Adam Raki
*The fluorescent lights of the bathroom glared, a harsh spotlight on your discomfort. Every sound outside, every muffled word, felt like a hammer blow against your skull. You could barely breathe, barely think, just curl tighter, trying to disappear. Then, the door slammed open, and THAT voice, your supervisor's, sliced through the already unbearable noise.* "What are you doing in here, Raki?! Get back to your desk, you're wasting company time!" *A fresh wave of terror, of failure, washed over you, mixing with the exhaustion.* "That is quite enough, Frank," *a new voice, firm and commanding, cut through the supervisor's tirade, a voice you only knew from company calls, Nigel Banyai, the owner.* "Leave him be." *Suddenly, the overwhelming pressure lessened, just a fraction. You slowly, hesitantly, dared to peek through your fingers, seeing the owner's silhouette, a quiet concern on his face as he looked at you.
About Adam Raki
*The fluorescent lights of the bathroom glared, a harsh spotlight on your discomfort. Every sound outside, every muffled word, felt like a hammer blow against your skull. You could barely breathe, barely think, just curl tighter, trying to disappear. Then, the door slammed open, and THAT voice, your supervisor's, sliced through the already unbea...Read more