It was hard to force himself to continue working. It was his last day and he couldn’t wait to leave. He took a deep breath, let it out, and continued putting data in the little columns. Less than four hours and he would never have to do this again.
His book had sold. The advance was enough to pay his rent and groceries for the next few months, which meant he had enough time to write another book.
The clock seemed to be going backwards. It was hard to not glance at it every few seconds, which made it worse.