Sixty five

ROWAN.

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Tick tock.

The sound of the grandfather clock grew louder with each second. It felt like an itch in my brain as it ticked loudly.

I was surrounded by our branch managers from the Los Angeles branch. Since Emma wanted to meet up after a few days, I kept myself busy, immersed myself back into my work, found and solved problems quickly, and went to all the meetings I had set up, all just to get her out of my head.

Fuck.

And now, as my fingers tapped against the glass table in the conference room of the Los Angeles branch, I couldn’t wait for it to be over.

It was already Tuesday, and I couldn’t help my eyes moving to my watch once in a while to check. My fingers tapped on the table as I got impatient with one of the interns’ incessant speech and repeated the same things I had gotten reports on.

“Stop,” I called to the intern, who looked like she was about to pee herself. I couldn’t blame her; I wanted an impromptu meeting with no early announcement. I stood up, and the directors