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“Sheena, come to my office,” I told on the receiver while I sat on my swivel chair, facing loads of paperwork I needed to review and sign.
“Copy, sir,” Sheena replied.
“Thanks,” I said, hanging up the phone.
Resting my back against my chair, I heaved a deep breath and closed my eyes to temporarily not see the mess in front of me. Then, massaging my temple, I puffed the air slowly to calm my thoughts. I’ve been swamped with my job for the past few weeks, and I hadn’t even had a break since the New year started.
I’ve been traveling around, if not having a meeting for hours inside my office or other company’s offices. I wasn’t complaining at all, but as a human, I started to feel drained with all the transactions I’ve been handling since I became my dad’s right hand.
My dad st
