My head is spinning, and my legs are completely numb. I've been working for eight hours straight after I took a break earlier for the launch. I'm gonna cry. The papers before me are still piled, but I am thankful I made it to the half. I lean into my chair and look up to take a break for a minute. It's already quarter to 7 at night, and some building employees have already gone home.
While I am still here and doing this paper thing that I need to finish, Triver is not here after leaving earlier for a meeting. He never returned here; maybe he did something after the meeting.
I sighed and started working again; I needed to finish this because, for sure, tomorrow, there would be another batch of these papers. I am exhausted and want to go home, but I can't. I grab my Tumblr and drink
