Huff, huff, huff...
Hans sprinted up over 20 floors to the rooftop and found himself only slightly out of breath. Clearly, regular exercise paid off. Until he returned to the office door, looked around, saw no one, and found the doors locked, he finally settled down.
Just then, a crisp sound of footsteps echoed from downstairs. The secretary came up, "Oh? Mr. Hans, you're still here so late?"
"Ah? It's you. What are you doing here so late? Why haven't you gone home?" Hans was on full alert, staring at her with a look of suspicion as if she were a thief.
"It's a date tonight. I left in a hurry and forgot my documents in the office. I came back to grab them." The secretary looked at Hans with an extremely peculiar gaze... What's up with this guy? This is your company, you don't need to stare at people like that. She suddenly felt like a thief.
