The prospect of spending ten hours at work, an hour and a half commuting, an hour of cooking dinner, and another four hours of working was untenable.
But I did it. And as soon as I told James I was going to bed I felt this undeniable surge to hustle.
Another day in Douglas’s office, playing nice, pretending as if I agreed with the absurdity unfolding betw…
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