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Sukiesathunchedoverherdesk,hereyesstrainedfromstaringattheputersforhoursoheofficewasdimlylit,withonlytheflickeringfluorestlightsaboveaglowofputermonitorsprovidingillumination.Itwaswellpastofficehours,andmostofhercolleagueshadalreadygonehome.Thecityoutsidewasalivewiththehumoftraffidthedistantsoundsofnightlife,butSukiewastrappedinthemonotonousgrindofherjob.
Shesigheddeeply,rubbiemplesinaoalleviatethethrobbingheadachethathadbeenbuildingallday.Herphonebuzzedonthedesk,ahestoseeamessagefromherbestfriend,Jack.
*Jack*:"Stillattheoffieedadrink?"
Sukiecouldn,thelpbutsmile.Jackalwaysknewwhensheneededabreak.Shequicklyt
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