There was a lingering scent in the office by the time Nathan arrived. It wasn't his favorite, nor was it one he particularly enjoyed.
He was already having trouble with his sleep, and now he even had to process the sight of a pile of documents left in his office, as if everybody wanted to communicate with him, "You still have a lot to work on." It was a job done on purpose.
To him, it seemed in the recent days that maybe being bold could have been an option. He regretted not having run away immediately after he woke up.
"Ha..." he sighed as if the weight of the work was already pressing on his nerves. His face wasn't angry, but a subtle trace of furrowed eyebrows was definitely present. He couldn't escape it, so he'd rather adapt and convince himself that there is always something even worse.
