Xander's POV
I flipped through the pages of the documents in front of me and it still didn't make any sense. I tried peering at it even more, but a frustrated groan slid past my lips at my failed attempt. I'd been on the same page for the past thirty minutes now, and still, I couldn't bring myself to concentrate.
What the fuck was wrong with me today?
Deep down, I knew what was wrong, I really did. I was in denial but I refused to admit it.
I allowed my eyes to roam over the document again.
In the space of an hour, I had divided all the papers embedded in it, into different sections, and by different sections, I basically meant just scattering the papers all around my table. I was tired. I needed to clear my head.
