GERALD
It was indeed embarrassing to say I'd gone over the same sets of documents three times, and I was still undisposed, thereby unable to understand a single word it tried to convey. The words seemed to float off the paper, turning into patterns and shapes. I'd have gotten tested for dyslexia if I didn't know where the problem stemmed from.
One name. Rosaline. Even the thought of her hand caused me to shudder in my seat. I'd never seen a woman more determined or stubborn than her. Even Julie didn't compare, and to think everyone had termed Julie the adamant one. It all boiled down to the fact that we didn't pay Rosaline more attention.
I sighed, a metallic blue pen tapping rhythmically against my lower lips, and my other hand closed the file. First, I kissed her, and she termed it a
