The late evening sun shines across the room as Eki leaned over her computer, feeling confused and frustrated. Working with the famous designer, Mr. Dubois, turned out to be harder than she thought it would be. His vision, clear and clean, felt like a very big contrast to her own lively design.
She shut down her PC, and the sound echoed in the silent room. Feeling defeated, she stood up slowly, stretching out the stiffness from her back. An unexpected squeak, scarcely perceptible over the city's far off murmur, grabbed her eye.
Eki frowned, staring at the shelf hidden in a dimly lit corner. The noise seemed to come from that direction. Feeling curious, she walked to the shelf and touched the rough spines of books bound in cowhide.
Another squeak, this time stronger and more particular. E
