Maya was three cups of coffee into a deadline, her neck a knot of tension. Her external monitor showed a sprawling timeline of video edits, but her main laptop screen—the one with the critical color grading tools—had just betrayed her.
One second it was vertical. The next, it was a dizzying, sideways landscape. shortcut for rotating screen
“No, no, no,” she muttered, logging in. The whole desktop was sideways. Her mouse went up to go left. Panic, cold and sharp, pricked her ribs. Maya was three cups of coffee into a