Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Under The Table

I was at my wits end. 

I didn't know what to do. I felt my eyes were hot and i can feel that a sob was building up inside. I'm mostly very composed about problems. But this time. I can't stop this urge to cry. Sob. 

Then i heard, some people coming down from upstairs. Then i panicked. My office is full with glass panel. Soon everyone will be able to see their CEO is, crying. Not quiet tears. Freaking loud, sobbing kind. So. At that moment, i duck under my big table. I sat there. Trying to reign my self. Untill i can't hear anyone, anymore.

No. This is not fiction. This was last monday.

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