Annie balled up the paper and with a cry of outrage, savagely dumped it in the dustbin.
'Useless', she spat in outrage, glaring at the dustbin like it was the cause of the problem.
Sitting at a cafe, sipping a mug of steaming hot coffee and brainstorming, Annie was the definition of frustrated.
Like child's play, two days had ticked by since the day she'd made the deal. Two days out of five months was something and it was 48 hours of endless thinking and planning. It was also fifty or so wasted papers and it was still counting.
And she was losing time. As long as she couldn't produce anything to show for the wasted hours, her frustration grew, slowly reaching it's zenith.
So far, she'd made a budget of the event. The number of zeroes she'd calculated was enough to make her head spin
