Neil My mother’s threat follows me around since yesterday, not because I'm afraid of her, but because I know her, most people make threats when they are angry. My mother makes plans, and when she says she will do something, she will do it. The problem is that, I have absolutely no idea what she’s planning. I stare at the email in front of me without reading a single word, three minutes pass, then five, and I slam the laptop shut, everything inside me screams frustration. “Unbelievable.” A knock sounds, before I can answer, Rebecca steps inside, carrying a stack of files. Perfect, actual work, the only thing keeping me sane today. “You wanted the short list.” I gesture towards the chair, “Sit.” She places the files on my desk, “twenty-one candidates reduced to seven.” Much better, I pick up the first file, thirty seconds later, I put it down, “No.” Rebecca doesn't react. The second one lasts a minute, “No.” The third survives two minutes, then I discover he’d left h
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