Just My Type
I clicked on the file and began to work with determination.
Suddenly, my hand was in a vice grip.
"J-just stop for a second."
Shane could not handle it anymore.
"Mr. Lawson, what's wrong? I'm really focusing on my work now. You're messing up my flow."
The mouse accidentally slipped to the menu bar.
Shane collapsed into his chair. "Please, no."
I glanced at the mouse. "Mr. Lawson, if I don't finish these files, I'll have to work late tonight."