He looked at the numbers.
He typed them.
He checked them.
Then he pulled the next paper from the pile and repeated the process.
It was like this day in, day out, but today was different somehow.
The numbers melted on the page and formed angry shapes that burned into his brain. His hands began to shake as he tried to key in the next numerical sequence. His vision blurred, making it impossible to read the computer screen.
He couldn’t do it anymore. Another moment, and he would lose it.
Instead he stood up and left. He exhaled and relaxed.