It was Sunday and I was officially on the verge of killing myself. I almost spent the whole week lying on my bed and it was killing me. I needed to work, I needed to stimulate my brain or else, I'd go crazy.With that thought in my mind, I picked up my phone and called Alice. "Yes," she replied, after answering the call."What are you doing?" I asked, leaning back in my seat."Why?" she replied."I need to work. I'm fever free since Friday. I have no other symptoms. Just send me anything; a file, any analysis, a report. Anything," I said desperately."And you can't wait till tomorrow? Go sleep," she replied."If anyone tells me to sleep one more time, I'll stab myself," I seethed."Stav-""Please." I pouted, although she couldn't see me right now."Fine. Be at my apartment in exactly half an hour. I'm working on the annual budget," she replied. "And don't whine that I overworked you on Sunday. You are asking for it."
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