Five years and some months had passed.
Norman sighed, looking at the scrolls in front of him. Nowadays, all he does is read and approve these stupid scrolls, it seemed. In frustration, he threw away the quill he was using to write. This work was frustrating him to no end. It was more irritating than any other day.
Norman knew that he had aged and matured that he shouldn’t do these kinds of things like throwing the quill in a tantrum.
If anyone saw him like this….
No, none will say anything to him.
And that was the problem.
None had the courage to even speak to him properly, let alone tease him about this.
Norman got out from the chair and walked towards the door so that he could leave his boring office room and spend some time with s
