Sam POV
Now, time is at 15.20. The sun is not so high, and the hot weather is covered by the coldness of air conditioner in the room I'm seating with some amounts of workloads. With full concentration, I put my glasses on and continues to recapitulate the yearly stocks of WW Shipping Company.
As my fingers dance on the keyboard, my eyes check on the screen, skimming the details based on the yearly reports submitted on my desk. At the time while I almost finish filling up the table on the program, Vincent, a friend of Conference division gets into the room with a cup of coffee in his right hand.
"Hey, dude! Don't be so hard on yourself." Vincent reminds me as he sips his coffee gently.
"I know, bro, but this yearly stocks are too much on my plate. I cannot date this evening even, so
