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Ga: Bhí fuinneamh sa seomra oifige.
En: There was energy in the office room.
Ga: D'oscail na duilleoga dorais ag obair go mór, agus bhí pacáiste déantúsán iata le pumpkins oráiste anseo agus ansiúd.
En: The door leaves opened with a flurry, and a box of decorations filled with orange pumpkins was here and there.
Ga: Tháinig Lá Samhna go tapa agus bhí maisiú beagán i ngach cúinne.
En: Lá Samhna was coming quickly, and there was a little decoration in every corner.
Ga: Bhí Saoirse ag deisiú a cóipleabhar agus Eamon ar a ríomhaire, ag taibhreamh faoi chónaí i ndomhan beagán níos suaimhní.
En: Saoirse was fixing her notebook, and Eamon was on his computer, dreaming of living in a slightly more peaceful world.
Ga: Bhí brionglóid ollmhór aige – ardú céime tuillte go maith – ach bhí brú ag teannadh ar a chroí.
En: He had a big dream—a well-deserved promotion—but the pressure was tightening around his heart.
Ga: Ní raibh sé d’ardaigh tonn an strus ó shin riamh.
En: He had never lifted the wave of stress since then.
Ga: Rinne sé breacadh síos protacal tábhachtach don tionscadal, agus mhothaigh sé na palpitations a ghlac a chorp.
En: He started jotting down an important protocol for the project and felt the palpitations taking over his body.
Ga: "Ceart go leor," a dúirt sé leis féin, "níl de rogha agam anseo."
En: "Okay," he told himself, "I have no choice here."
Ga: Sna laethanta sin, bhí Saoirse mar chara dílis dó, cé nach raibh a fhios aici go díreach cé chomh dona a bhí na rudaí.
En: In those days, Saoirse was a loyal friend to him, though she didn't know exactly how bad things were.
Ga: Chaith Eamon am ag dul tríd a phlean oibre leis féin arís agus arís eile, ach suas an staighre, chuaigh sé isteach i Saoirse, éide ag gol le strus agus anáil gairid.
En: Eamon spent time going through his work plan again and again, but while going upstairs, he ran into Saoirse, his face tense with stress and breathing short.
Ga: "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor, Eamon?" a d'fhiafraigh Saoirse, an imní le feiceáil ar a haghaidh bána.
En: "Are you okay, Eamon?" Saoirse asked, concern visible on her pale face.
Ga: "Níl mé cinnte," admhaigh sé leis. "Bhí mé ag mothú brú. Mo chroí... tá sé ag mothú gan smacht."
En: "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I've been feeling pressure. My heart... it feels out of control."
Ga: D'fhéach Saoirse air go géar. "Tá a fhios agat gur féidir leat brath sa mhuinín dom, bhuel? B'fheadar an mbeidh cúnamh uaim agat sa chruinniú thábhachtach?"
En: Saoirse looked at him intently. "You know you can confide in me, right? Maybe I could help you in the important meeting?"
Ga: Agus iad araon ag suí i seomra an chruinnithe, bhí léarscáil na hoíche socraithe ar an ríomhaire.
En: As they both sat in the meeting room, the night's agenda was set on the computer.
Ga: Thosaigh an cruinniú, agus bhí cóir leana an troma ag fanacht air.
En: The meeting began, and the weighty responsibility awaited him.
Ga: Gach duine súil le chéile, agus an brú ag teacht.
En: Everyone was watching, and the pressure mounted.
Ga: I dtreo lár an chruinnithe, bhí palpitations chroí Eamon chomh maith.
En: Towards the middle of the meeting, Eamon's heart palpitations were significant.
Ga: D'fhéach sé ar Saoirse, agus le súile go simplí chuaigh sí isteach sa ról fhéinmhuiníneach.
En: He looked at Saoirse, and with a simple glance,...