69_Regrets in the sark

Lucian

The city skyline glowed outside my office window, a thousand diamond lights scattered across the landscape. I leaned back in my chair, rolling my neck to relieve the tight knot that had settled there since morning. The documents on my desk blurred before my eyes, lines of contracts and sales reports merging into an indistinguishable mess.

I sighed heavily and raked a hand through my hair.

Focus, Lucian.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, dragging a file closer, but ...