"Jesus f*****g Christ," I muttered, leaning back in my chair and rubbing a hand over my face.
Staring at a screen for eight hours straight wasn’t what I was born to do, that was for f*****g sure. My body ached from sitting still for so long, my shoulders stiff, my legs restless. I needed to move, to get up, to do something other than sit in this damn chair like a caged animal.
With a sigh, I pushed myself up and walked over to the window, letting my gaze drift over the city below. New York was always buzzing, always alive—a city that never slowed down, never stopped moving. I could see why people loved it, why they were drawn to the constant noise and energy. There was something intoxicating about knowing you could walk out your door and get a plate of dumplings or a slice of pizza at fo
