Dominique
A sigh slid past my lips as I cradled my head in my hands, my fingers digging deep into my skull. Tiny tendrils of pain shot up the path that led to my skull but I didn't care. Instead, with a strong resolve, I pressed my fingers deeper, the intensity threatening to drive me insane right there at the spot. Maybe that was just what I needed. Who knew? It could always bring or birth forth a new approach or prospective to tackiling what was in front of me.
I eyed the stack of papers that lounged aimlessly at the top of my desk. Various figures and statistical charts stared back at me, the numbers mocking my inability to solve them. I groaned loudly as I pressed my fists together. The urge to topple this desk over was strong, but I knew better. It wouldn't solve a thing.
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