Unhappy

Darren’s POV

I was sitting at my desk. My face probably looked tense and like it was full of trouble. Looking at the pile of files on the desk, I sighed inwardly. "I can't seem to get any work done, even though I've been sitting at my desk all day," I muttered in frustration as I rubbed my temples, which were starting to hurt. My forehead was throbbing; it was bothering me.

I pause for a while. Straightening my back, I catch my breath and get back to work. It didn't work. Still, my head throbbed.

"When will this be done?" I complained again, thinking of the various unresolved issues within the company, like being trapped in an endless maze. There was never an end to it.

Several times, I cursed under my breath when I couldn't find a bright spot in the company's problems. "Why is everything so complicated?" I sighed as I matched the data from the files and my laptop. "There are so many reports that are not in order," I muttered.

I grabbed my phone and tried to take my mind off the wor