Nevian's POV
These days, time seems to go by slowly.
Instead of the usual twenty four hours in a day, it was spanning to forty eight hours per day now or even more.
Concentrating at work was a hassle no matter how much effort I put into it.
Thanks to my capable assistant, the company was still up and running but how long was I going to continue this way.
It was just a few weeks, yet I had lost a considerable amount of weight and still yet, Nevian was not helping matters.
He wouldn't listen to me, nor would he listen to his father who was trying to salvage the issue at hand.
Things got worse each day and an ambitious Lance kept moving like a car without a brake.
Pacing about in my office, I had my hands crossed on my chest, thinking of nothing in particular.
A knock made my heart fall into my stomach with a thud as I turned my head in the direction of the door.
