Chapter 8
“Come on, you stupid piece of crap, work!” I screamed. My hand was in the air, ready to pounce on my computer, but I quickly recoiled. I looked around to see if anyone heard me, but luckily everyone in the office was busy focusing on the box of donuts that had made its way in.
Just breathe, I thought. You’ll get through this, like you do everything else. I took a deep breath and placed my head down on my desk. I closed my eyes and hoped that the world would simply freeze for just a few seconds.
“You okay?” a voice boomed. I sprang up. I could feel my cheeks begin to get warm, which meant that I must be turning into a tomato by now. As much as I wanted to run and hide, I still had a job to do, so I stood up and reached out my hand.
“Hi there, I’m Greg Torres. How can I help yo
