Adrian
The meeting I am sitting in goes by so agonizingly slow. My eyes flicker to the clock in the room, watching as the hands slowly tick by. Meetings like this used to go by so fast but now, after all of the chaos that has happened in the pasty twenty four hours of life, time seems to move much slower than usual.
My foot taps against the floor of the board room, quietly filling in the silence beneath the glass table. I glance at the sheets laid out in front of me.
Spreadsheets, pie charts, statistics, and focus group findings lay before me. I can barely bring myself to look at them for too long, a never ending headache coming back into the depths of my mind.
My thoughts wander to Clara. She was so terrified last night. I was too but I couldn’t let it show, not when she needed me the
