For the whole day, Gray spent most of his time going and looking through numerous business proposals. It was so bad that even if he stopped looking at them, all he could think of, in his mind, were terms and numbers.
"I am so fucked up," Gray whispered in the air. His face was gloomy, and his head slumped on the desk.
He was really fucked up.
Gray had been sitting on his chair for the past 6 hours. He barely stood up, and when he did, it was just because he wanted to go to the bathroom.
He thought he would be able to finish everything by today. But, oh boy, he was so wrong.
What lay out in front of Gray's eyes as he turned his head to the side was stacks of folders and papers.
He barely made a dent, even if he had read a whole lot of them already.
After a few seconds of silence, Gray let out a long and exhausted sigh.
His eyes were bloodshot. His back ached from hunching over for so long. And his brain… God, his brain felt like it had been wrung out like a towel.
