Knox

I sit at my large desk, the thought of being unable to trace the missing funds still bothers me.

I have to push it aside for now, to revisit it later. 

Stacks of files scatter in front of me, each one requiring my full attention. 

The morning sunlight filters through the blinds. 

I pick up one folder after another, each page filled with numbers, graphs, and documents that demand my focus. 

I write quick but precise notes in the margins, adjusting plans, and fine tuning ideas. 

The work itself isn't difficult, but it is mentally demanding. It gives me a sense of control, especially on a day when everything...