One more day, I must enter this building where I must pretend to behave as spies do on their missions. I politely greet those who dare to say something to me, even if it's just a simple 'good morning,' and I walk towards the elevator. The doors are about to close when a male hand interferes and makes them open again, "Good morning," a tall, young man with blond hair and green eyes greets me. Notably, he resembles a company executive due to his elegant and good-looking demeanor. He presses the same button on the floor I'm headed to; He looks at me.

"Good morning," I respond politely.

"Alejandro Sandoval,"...