At night the sky slowly turns golden red. Traffic and vehicles start to congest during office hours, making noise outside the office inaudible from behind the towering, thick, soundproof walls. The cold breeze was unable to penetrate into the deserted auction room.

Pensive alone, staring at the clock on my phone screen. I purposely came home late at night just to wait for a man who was busy in his office. At lunch, she calls me whining in a childish tone.

Key said, “Just finished the meeting, there was already a pile of reports on the table. My head feels like it's going to explode."

Let me tell you, this...