One Topic At A Time Novels & Stories

ZADEN I have a rule about distractions… Don't entertain them. It's not complicated, when I'm working I'm working, and everything outside of what's directly in front of me gets filed under not my problem right now and dealt with later or not at all depending on its actual level of importance. I built an empire on that kind of focus. You don't get to where I am by letting every little thing pull your attention sideways. So I genuinely cannot explain what happened on Wednesday night.

He sounded so certain, like he’d rehearsed in his head a hundred times before dialling my number. “What?” I whispered. “This is you,” he said hoarsely. “This is exactly you. This is how you work. You don’t do one big thing. You never do one big thing, Lyndsey, because one big thing can be traced. You do fifteen small things. Each one looks like nothing by itself. A snake. A nail. A friendly stranger at the door. And each one on its own, if someone tried to report it, they’d sound paranoid.”

Finish what you started before you lose your mind.

He gives me a thumbs-up, I get delighted in his acceptance of my plan until his speed slows making me frown. "It doesn't mean you should be slower because I brought up a topic for discussion." I pout my lips. He scans me carefully, then smirks. "I hope you aren't over-anxious, I'm thinking about what you said. You can't think perfectly at the same time you're screwing pretty steadily, one has to slow down for the other. Have you forgotten the old cliche that says you can't carry two things up at the same time?" "Are you trying to mean we wouldn't be able to progress our love life ladder as we progress in our profession, is that what you mean?"

It was a symphony of ideas, a chorus of concerns, and I stood in the midst of it all, absorbing the cacophony with a focused determination. I raised my hand, calling for order once again. "Please, let us proceed in an organized manner. I want to hear from each and every one of you, but let's take turns so that everyone's voice can be heard." One by one, individuals began to speak, their voices measured and filled with a mixture of trepidation and resolve. They presented ideas, suggestions, and concerns, each contributing to the collective effort of finding a solution. Some offered strategic plans, while others focused on fortifications and resource management. The room became a haven of brai

15 minutes of time left before the next lesson starts. *** Debbie is indeed weak in some subjects, correction, not some but almost all. One of them is a computer. Today's subject matter is input data to MS excel. Debbie is not good at computer operation, let alone calculating with excel. Classes are divided into two groups. While the first group practiced in the computer room, the second group worked on the problems in class, taking turns like that.

he announced when the function had been restored. “We’re doing well now. There’s only one more heading. Leave yourself room for additional notes under each one, of course.” “Really? Only one more heading?” “Only one, but it’s the toughest one of the lot. What do you think it is?” Benny thought hard. “Give her a nice time in bed?”

You need to stay focused on the release of your new product. "What talk?"

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he shrugged. “Alright,” Dr. Winter nodded. “Just a couple of things, don’t overcrowd a slide. He hates that.” “So do I” Dr. Tyson huffed. “Why the hell even bother making a presentation if it’s filled with everything you need. Just let it play and let others read.” he declared angrily.