CH 18

It’s another boring day in the main printing room. I’ve worked here for almost three months now. To say I am thrilled with what I’m currently doing would be a big lie. I’ve always dreamt a writer. Well, not any ordinary writer per se but one that would touch the hearts of many people. I’m working in the number one publishing company in the whole country but yet it feels like I’m not getting anywhere with my dream. I don’t know if I’m even making sense.

And to top it all, Mr France has been making my life a living hell. I’m the only employee who works overtime in the company. I spend the majority of my time in the printing room. I think it happened after the club incident. Arwen called me to her office and told me I’d been moved to the printing room because they had a shortage of workers there. I didn’t mind it back then but after three months I’m beginning to hate it here. I don’t get assigned articles anymore. I spend the whole day in a cramped room with the clicking sound of the pri