That twat Davies had given me so much work for tonight, and now I was running late. Apparently, he was pitched by a huge pharmaceutical company and wanted to have everything done before a certain date. I was done being exploited, so I snuck out before he could find me. My day finished at five p.m. and Davies paid me a salary, so no one paid me extra for staying behind a half an hour here or there.
No wonder his wife was cheating on him; the man was constantly working. She probably felt neglected. He didn't have a life. I wanted to resign, but that wasn't the right thing to do, and the timing wasn't right. My savings could last for a few months, but it would be a huge gamble. No one could guarantee that I would find an investor. I needed to last in this job, no matter what.