"Mr. Seymour... I have to stop!"
The stairs in the hotel were high and plenty. When Ruben reached the eighth floor, he was already panting, and his legs were trembling. He was about to kneel down.
"Men can't easily give up. There are only two floors left. Hurry up." Ableson urged as he climbed up without a change in expression.
Ableson was thirty years old this year, two years older than Ruben. But he had been a soldier in the peacekeeping army in his early years, and after retiring from the military, he had been exercising and practicing boxing, so he was fitter than others.
He could even climb another twenty floors. Back then, he ran at least thirty laps every day when he was in the army!
Finally reaching the 40th floor, Ruben sat on the steps and breathed heavily. Ableson looked at
