Somewhere between the third cup of coffee and the fifth yawn that I have had tonight, I realized I might actually die in this office.
Okay, maybe die was a stretch but I was definitely suffering. It was almost midnight, others except Alex had gone home, my head was pounding and I’d been staring at the same damn spreadsheet for so long that the numbers had started doing the cha-cha in my brain. It was really that serious.
In order to meet a deadline, Alex and I had been working for hours till now. Across from me, he was still actively working, his brows furrowed in concentration as he did so. The soft glow from his laptop screen highlighted the sharp angles of his face. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up and his hair was slightly mussed from the number of times he’d run his hand
