Back in the Office

Damion

I was mentally and physically exhausted. I couldn’t seem to make a right move. Every choice I made ended up being the wrong one. It was taxing my psyche and making it impossible for me to think straight. I kept hopping back and forth over the same fence looking for greener grass only to find it was all dry.

I put my head in my hands, my elbows resting on my desk in my old office, and groaned. “What the fuck?” I muttered. “What in the actual fuck?”

I couldn’t believe I had missed my job. I hated it. I hated all of it. I yanked at the tie around my neck, pulling it down and giving myself some room to breathe. I hated the tie. I hated the suit jacket that seemed to be tighter than usual. I hated the office with very little sunshine and no fresh air. New York stunk. I hadn’t realized it stunk until we had walked out of the hotel we were still staying at while I searched for a townhouse.

I had found several apartments that were close to work, but Oliver had dug in. He wanted a backy