Gina stumbled along, lost in thought, as he walked through the translucent floor-to-ceiling revolving glass doors into Pittman Group.

In the corner of the second floor of the company, there was a cream-colored desk with a cluttered desktop and a high pile of documents on it. Tightly pursing her lips, Gina just pulled out a chair and sat down, and immediately a woman who looked like a secretary walked over with high heels and toes.

The heels of her shoes hit the floor with a crisp sound as the secretary heaved another pile of papers in her hand down towards her desk, leaning over and propping her hands on the...