My head's pounding. Not from the bourbon I drank last night, but from the f*****g circus my life has turned into.
I came in late around 1 PM to this meeting yet it's been stretching for far too long.
It's already 5:45 PM. They should get it over with, I've got plans for this evening.
The speaker at the front of the room is droning on about market projections, but his voice is just a buzz in my ears.
All I can hear is the quiet, wet sniffle coming from the chair right next to me.
I look over at Diana. She’s crying. Again.
Her face is turned down, but I can see the tears drawing black lines through her makeup.
She promised she wouldn’t do this today. She swore she’d be cool.
And now here she is, in the middle of a goddamn investor meeting, ruining her face with tears.
I don’t k
