EVE.
The elevator dinged, and when we stepped out, it looked like we just walked into a whole new world altogether.
If I weren't paying attention, I would have thought we had stepped out of Spenders' Desires, into a different building.
There was cold lighting, glass doors, and people moving around like their jobs were tethered to the world's survival.
There were offices lining the hallway, most of them with transparent doors. And the people inside hunched over desks like their lives depended on every keystroke. No small talks or leisure time. Just eyes on screens and that dreadful sound of a professional setting that takes itself way too seriously.
I was still trying to make sense of the transition when I almost walked right into a lady with flawless skin and a stack of files in her a
