*Giovani*
The smell of ink had soaked into every inch of the room as the leaning towers of paperwork surrounded my desk. Gabriele lay halfway on the chair, his legs propped up on one of the armrests as he lazily folded yet another paper plane.
It shot off into the air, immediately nosediving straight onto the desk.
I sent him a dirty look, brushing it onto the floor as I flipped my way through the intricate and detailed folder before me. A hundred more were waiting in the wings.
"Can I go home yet?" The complaint slipped out of his lips with an exhausted groan.
"No," I snapped, automatically for the fourth time that night as I reached for the next file from the pyramid-shaped tower on my desk. Apparently, I wasn't careful enough because as soon as I touched it, the entire tower collapsed to the floor, papers flying everywhere.
I growled, slamming my palms on the desk as I struggled not to lose my ever-weaning temper.
