Chapter 127: Declan

He stared down at the loan document in front of him. God, he hated reading. He hated paperwork.

He especially hated reading paperwork.

He closed his eyes and rubbed them hard with the palms of his hands. If he just concentrated hard enough, he'd be able to read this. He could make it happen.

He opened up his eyes and stared down at the loan paperwork. The words swum around, letters going every which way.

He went back up to the top and started with the first word. "This."

Okay, this was good. He was making progress. One word at a time. That was his mantra. He could read any document, one word at a time.

He struggled to the end of the first (stupidly long and convoluted) sentence and realized he was covered in sweat. He might as well have run a marathon. He would've at least had the endorphins from the exercise.

As it was, he just felt like shit.