Towards the end of the year, my works reaches its peak. That force me to stay late on the office quite often, to get some works done. Tonight, i think i’ve had enough of staying awake late. Even coffee and cigarette doesn’t help anymore. That’s when i heard a knock from the window on the back of my office.

“Sir, are you staying again?”, said the silhouette behind the window. That’s the security guy again, i guess.

“No, i’m going home”, i replied, while preparing my bags. I lock my office door, and walk to the parking lot. I stopped when my feet step on the edge of a stairway. My office is on the 3rd floor.