Preface
BPOV
I sat still in my chair as fury and rage rang though my cold body. Like a parasite, it wormed is way though my legs and torso up to my brain, where it devoured my confidence and my strength slowly, torturing it's prey.
Never before had I felt this way. I always got what I wanted, I always got my man. Now here I sat in my office all the lights turned off, blinds down. But no matter how isolated I was in my office, I could still feel it.
The mocking, it came from every direction. I felt their voices and eyes coming from every angle boring into my back. I could just see the look on their faces, as the whole office sat around the water cooler talking about my latest failure. I stared at the grid screen made up of green lines, which ridiculed me with its tracer running in circles around the screen, again and again coming up with sort of nothing.
Although, the most irritating thing was the simple objects dealing with the case, that lay around me. The unopened manila envelope sitting on my desk, the paperwork still untouched in my over stuffed mailbox, and the seven deadly names of my still breathing victims.
The pencil in my hand dropped in slow motion to the cherry oak wood of my desk making a loud thumping noise as it finally made contact with the wood.
I rose to my feet taking my unfeeling body with me. I had only one need in my mind as I opened my securing door that separated me from all the mocking and the bright lights of the office: to kill something.
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