DYER

Spending the next few days submerging myself in piles of work.

Taking no breaks, I work tirelessly, going through every document with meticulous detail.

Working this way is only a welcome distraction, a coping mechanism.

It's all an attempt to drown my feelings; it does little to help, but at least it keeps my mind busy.

Just like every other day I get buried in tons of work, requesting more documents to be delivered to my office.

I hear a light tap on the door before it's pushed ...