With nerves frayed and a shaking yearning to get out of the constricted workspace, you wait until the clock strikes 12.
You finger your pockets just to check whether your lighter or pack of Marlboro lights Gold is still there.
“Just a few more seconds…” you mutter to yourself while watching the red hand of that clock in front of you make its arduous journey to the number 12.
You automatically swallow and your fingers shake as you discover that the pack inside your pocket is actually empty. You loosen your tie a bit as you think about the nearest place you could buy cigarettes. Read more