I want a scene where a woman is leading an unfulfilled, businesswoman's life where her boss is extremely demanding. She gets a call from her mother and is reminded of how depressed she is with her life. I want a bit of a sad or melancholy tone.
I sat at my desk at work. It was already night, the city lights coming through the windows. I cracked my chopsticks and rolled them between my hands before picking up a spring roll but didn't get to eat before I received a call. "Hey, honey. I just saw your post online. You're just eating dinner now?" my mother said, concern in her voice.

"Oh, no. I just took the photo earlier and forgot to post it," I lied, but she called me out on it.

"Don't lie to me. I can see the lights are off. It's already night in that photo. And it's just junk food takeout, too. That's not healthy for you."

"It's not that bad, mom. Fast food is pretty good for you these days, you know," I tried to lie again.

"Listen, you don't need to lie to me. I know you're not doing too well these days. I follow your social media, after all. I wish you'd take better care of yourself. You know you can come home any time you want, honey. Maybe you can find a good boyfriend who will cook for you."

I sighed quietly. I barely had time to live my own life, let alone find someone else to live for. I couldn't feed myself well, and I knew it. I looked at my sad little dinner and suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't stand the smell even. I put the lid on the food and pushed it aside, saying into the phone, "You're right. I'll be sure to think about that more. I'll see about coming home sometime soon, too. I--"

Just then, my boss came out of his office on his way home. "Don't forget I need those reports done tonight. They need to be ready for the meeting tomorrow at nine. Don't forget to prepare the meeting room for that. Oh, and take out the trash before you leave if you would. It's been piling up," he added before stepping out of the office for the night.

"So exhausting," my mother said in a huff, then added, "I'll let you go then, dear. Please take care of yourself."

"Sure thing, mom."