Jaxx’s Point Of View

The hum of the laptop fading into silence was the only sound in the room, the glow of the screen dimming as I shut it closed with a sharp click. My fingers rubbed at my temples, the tension coiling there like a live wire, thrumming with the aftermath of hours spent buried in spreadsheets and contracts, in numbers and deals that meant nothing when compared to the gnawing unease in my gut. 

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, mocking me… 4:47 PM. “Whoa.” My voice ...