Gary's Legendary Return

CHAPTER 67

Gary sat at his desk with an air of concentration, surrounded by a sea of papers. The desk was cluttered with stacks of documents, reports, and memos, which were strewn haphazardly across the surface, as if they had been thrown there in a rush. The papers spilled over the edges of the desk, cascading onto the floor in a disorganised pile.

Despite the chaos around him, Gary seemed to be focused on a single sheet of paper in front of him. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as he scanned the document, his lips pursed in a tight line. He held a pen in his right hand, which he used to make occasional notes on the paper, jotting down important points or underlining key phrases.

The rest of the room was relatively quiet, except for the occasional rustle of paper as Gary sifted through the documents around him. The blinds were drawn, casting a dim light over the desk, and the air was still and stuffy. A clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the passage of time.

Gary himself looked ti