KENDRICK 

My head was a mess as I sat there on the office table, elbows resting on the smooth wood. Then tension in my shoulders were as tight as steel, not to mention how heavy it all felt, as if Iqaa queuing the Wright of the world on my shoulders. Everything felt heavy these days, heavier than I thought it ever could. Everyday projected a new opportunity to make me more exhausted. 

Ace was standing close to the table, arms crossed over his chest with his sharp eyes resting on me. He was doing all he could to be calm but I could tell that his patience was running thin. ...