390 Clingy Boyfriend

Thirty minutes before the closing hour, Tom's eyes were fixed on the wall clock, following the second's hand as he tapped his fingers impatiently on the desk. At the same time, he halfheartedly listened to the complaints and reports of the resort and hotel managers concerning the challenges they were facing and the new changes they needed to implement in their various branches. 

From the moment he had gotten to his office that morning and rearranged his schedule with the help of Harry's secretary, he had barely had five minutes to himself as he had moved from one meeting to the other. 

He was feeling completely drained and exhausted, and his brain felt saturated. He couldn't even process what the man, who was now speaking, was saying.