1968 Don't Even Consider, It's Unforgettable (Part Seventy-Four)

'Aish!'

He sighed sorrowfully into the thick layer of mist.

He walked towards the steps.

Suddenly, snowflakes started drifting from the sky. He paused, turned around, and looked upwards.

A cold gust of wind hit him and pierced through his bones.

A snowflake landed on his eyelashes. Before he could even wipe it away, it melted.

In the pitch-black office, he didn't turn on the heater although it was icy cold. He found the light switch skillfully, and the office brightened up.

The spacious office was empty.

He walked towards his desk and pulled out the chair. He sat on it.

Smoking wasn't a habit of his, and he didn't know how to do it either. But he had a pack of cigarettes in his drawer which he needed sometimes whenever he went on business engagements.

He pulled the drawer open and the first thing he saw was a metallic cigarette box. He picked it up, then he shivered.