OCEANS.
"I quit..."
I had been hearing those two words on repeat for the past three hours, and they showed absolutely no signs of stopping.
She had a gift for this. A specific, infuriating gift for walking out of a room and leaving more of herself behind in it. She always left something that was sure to stay and linger and torment my every thought.
She f*****g left the job. So, tell me why her words still remained in my f*****g office?
"Fuck." I cursed.
Nonsense. Again.
I crumpled the paper on my table, threw it, and watched it join the thirty-five others scattered across the office floor.
Despite my efforts, it was no different. Still the same meaningless scrawl I had been producing for the past three hours every time I tried to work through the Venzela analysis.
It felt like I w
