~*JUNE*~
After four hours, eleven minutes, forty-six seconds, and three hundred milliseconds, the meeting finally came to an end.
I genuinely thought it was never going to end, but thankfully—for me and my sanity—it finally did.
Checking my watch, I saw it was already 3 p.m.
I’m heading home now to grab some food before I starve to death.
Mr. Macaulay had told us we could all head home early today since we had done a good job during the meeting.
Everyone else, at least. I’m pretty sure I did a disastrous job.
I let out a sigh so deep I feel it in my bones, the kind of exhale that comes from spending hours bracing for the next disaster to fall on your head.
Quickly arranging my desk, I pack my bag, shoving in my notebook, my pen, my phone—anything I can grab.
Before heading toward
