Literature

What a day at work. Naeggi walked down the street, making his way home. He had just finished his job for the day. What was supposed to be a regular day turned into an exhausting one as he was required to attend a multitude of meetings, a lot of them barely seeming to need his presence. He was getting tired and just wanted to relax at his place for the night. He had stayed at the school for so long, the sun had already begun to set. Hopefully, he could get home witho...