OCEANS.
The flight was longer than necessary. Probably because I had nothing else to do but sit with my eyes buried in my system, going over data upon data, files upon files, while surrounded by a bunch of boring men who couldn't even crack a decent joke amongst themselves.
Not that I wanted jokes. I wanted silence. Complete, total, uninterrupted silence that had absolutely nothing living inside it.
What the f**k is funny? I lifted my head slowly, irritation already coiling tight in my chest. And why was Tim laughing like someone had just told the greatest joke in human history, and he had just discovered humor for the first time in his life?
"Keep it down!" I snapped at them.
I left my private cabin because it suddenly felt too tight and suffocating, with unwelcoming images clouding
