VALEN
Perhaps the weather was well aware of the turbulence in my soul this afternoon. I stood by the window thrown wide open, with a half empty glass of water sitting on its sill. Absent-mindedly, I traced the rim of the glass with my forefinger as I continued to take in the view in front of me.
I had been in such a troubled state that I buried myself in work the whole week. Because of that, I had covered all my meetings and closed all the impending deals for the week. So I had no work today. More often than not, it would have been a good thing. But now I was left to battle my thoughts instead of battling in the boardroom. I was fully aware of my inner conflict more than ever and honestly, it was driving me nuts.
Raking my fingers through my now dishevelled hair, I returned my gaze to
