The clock was ticking
slowly and sweat started to drip down on the forehead of the
assistant manger of Strickland. Hank, will you continue with the
Hank came back to
reality, Oh, sorry Mr. Strickland. He stammered as he tried to
continue on with the meeting, only to clumsily drop the papers from
his wet hands. Hank has been under a lot of stress lately. He had to
keep helping out in paying the bills more and more since Peggy had
lost her job.
Finally the clock
struck five and Hank was still covered in sweat. Mr. Strickland gave
a glare and sighed, Hank, well pick up with this meeting
tomorrow, please dont act like this again. Youre usually so
calm when it comes to stuff like this.
Strickland Hank said with his head down as he began to pick up
the sweat covered papers. He needed some air or he thinks he just
might pass out.