FINN
"…That will be all for today," I said, leaning back in my chair at the head of the round table. "Those of you who need to submit proposals should have them on my desk by the end of this week."
Everyone nodded in acknowledgment before rising to their feet. Chairs scraped softly against the polished floor as they filed out of the meeting room. This had been my seventh meeting of the day, and my head was already spinning with figures, names, and endless details.
I was starving, but I couldn't spare even a few minutes for a simple meal. There was too much to do, too many loose ends to tie up, and now the added weight of the impending burial arrangements.
I reached for my coffee cup, groaning in annoyance when I realized it was empty… again. Just before the last person exited, my eyes
