Marcus had been having a stressful day, his job had become overloaded with work, his brother was nonstop calling him to complain about him skipping out on their recent family reunion, and his dog had recently gotten out of the house because his neighbor hadn’t shut the door on their way out from picking up mail that was accidently delivered to wrong house. His outlook on the rest of the day was seeming to be anything but positive.
He ran a few fingers through his hair with his free hand, his other hand containing a stack of confidential files he had been taking home to look over. It was his duty not to let anyone that wasn’t involved in the cases to read them but when he accidently ran into someone on the sidewalk and the papers went flying everywhere, he felt like a panic attack was on its way. “Shit, that’s just fantastic.”











