The sound of footsteps on heels could be heard when they hit the shiny marble tiles. A tall, slender woman wearing an ivory white midi dress walked casually down the lobby to the corridor leading to the 15th floor of the Premio building.

A smile appeared on the woman's lips when she met anyone. She stopped when she reached the room she was looking for. With the help of a secretary, she managed to get into the room. Her bead eyes were fixated on the figure of a man busy playing with a pen on a pile of paper. Months did not meet; it fostered a feeling of great longing...