[Intro][Female Lead Spoken Vocal over an uneven desk fan and muted guitar scratches]

Click one: nothing.
Click two: hum.
Click three: hot plastic.
Monday has begun.

[Verse 1][Female Lead Vocal]

At ten the western windows bake the carpet and the seats,
Sunlight pools on keyboards; rubber soles stick to the heat.
Legal's wall gauge climbs to thirty-three,
Someone draws a sweating face beside the final degree.
The ceiling vents sit quiet in a row,
GREH-ta climbs the roof to find out why they will not blow.

[Pre-Chorus][Female Lead Vocal]

No compressor, no reply,
Only hot steel under sky.
Thirty-four arrives on time,
Thirty-five is in the line.

[Chorus][Female Lead Vocal with Gang Responses]

No air in the open office,
Sealed windows, hot as brass.
No air in the open office,
Hear the bargain desk fans gasp.
Sweat runs through the "People First" sign:
No air in the open office.

[Verse 2][Female Lead Vocal]

GREH-ta raids three hardware stores and strips the shelves,
Twelve plastic fans, all boxed by optimistic elves.
The labels promise "Arctic Blast" with photographs of snow,
But each one pushes Monday heat from row to row.
Teams move north with laptops, coffee, cords, and chairs,
Then hold their daily stand-up by the exit stairs.

[Pre-Chorus][Female Lead Vocal]

One more socket. Check the strip.
Feel the plastic start to slip.
Fans can stir what already burns;
Cooling takes a colder turn.

[Chorus][Female Lead Vocal with Gang Responses]

No air in the open office,
Sealed windows, hot as brass.
No air in the open office,
Hear the bargain desk fans gasp.
Sweat runs through the "People First" sign:
No air in the open office.

[Instrumental Break][Guitars circle a fan-blade harmonic while drums flip between half-time and double-time]

[Bridge][Female Lead Vocal]

Corporate sends a careful note:
"Stay hydrated. Keep things green."
GREH-ta folds it into shade
And clips it to the dead machine.

[Breakdown][Alternating Female Character Vocals]

[Female Lead: MAH-ra]
"This heat is more than office chairs.
The server racks are losing air."

[Female Lead: GREH-ta]
"Kill the demo. Clear the hall.
If those racks cook, we lose it all."

[Final Chorus][Female Lead Vocal with Gang Vocals]

No air in the open office,
Sealed windows, hot as brass.
No air in the open office,
Hear the server blowers gasp.
People, power, chips, and wires:
One dead motor feeds the fire.

[Outro][Female Lead Vocal under slowing fan noise and sustained feedback]

The west wing empties row by row.
The rooftop motor will not go.
MAH-ra's warning hits the form:
"The server room is getting warm."
