traders and drug syndicates with a satisfaction that my bosses grew frightened of. They preferred subtlety, as do I on any other regular day, but I lost sight of this - And I didn’t care that I did either.
Another scream rings out over the rooftops and he flinches. The notebook falls from his lap onto the damp ground, but he grabs it before the water can do any damage, hugging it to his chest. He can feel the fear coursing through his veins, whatever had infected him was still there, he’d just managed to escape its full control somehow.
But it meant his mind was under constant siege from heightened emotions- fear and anger mostly, two beasts he needed to restrain. He has to focus. He has to maintain his concentration. More notes, more reading