Write about: the negotiation.
Long day (family trip to Penticton this morning plus helping friends move this evening) means I'm barely keeping my eyes open.
Plus I get to get up early for work tomorrow - hurray!
So I should just get some sleep.
No one in the room was comfortable. Chairs complained as their occupants shifted in a near constant symphony of nervousness. Pens were choked to death by white knuckled fists. Glasses and cups stood empty, their water and coffee having long since escaped through now dry mouths.
The clock on the wall ticked, ticked, ticked onward toward the looming deadline, unrelenting.
Noses twitched and lips curled at the scent of stale sweat on shirts as eyes searched for a window to open, even just a crack.
But there were no windows in that room.
Nor was there much hope.
"This is our final offer."
"You said that three offers ago."
"Just take the deal so we can all go home to our families, okay?"
A slow shake of the head. No, again. Teeth ground together. Veins throbbed in foreheads and necks. Fingernails dug into palms until blood sprung forth.
And still the clock ticked, ticked, ticked onward...