C83 CHAPTER 83

Back at work, finally out of my funk. I feel more positive. Still confused, but positive.

I'm sat there at my desk typing out a letter for my boss, Mr Fray.

Mind numbingly boring but it keeps my brain busy.

Just as I press print, the office phone rings. I clear my throat and take my professional mode.

"Good morning, Mr Fray's office. How can I help you?" I speak politely