705 A Dream too Realistic

"Twain!" An enraged voice rang by his ear, shaking him from his thoughts.

He lifted his head and looked at the figure in front of him with dazed eyes. In front of him stood a bald man wearing black-framed spectacles, who looked a lot older than his actual age. This man looked familiar… 

Wait, isn't he that department head from my company?

Twain looked to his left and right, a little space formed by a cluster of office desks appeared in front of him. Everyone lifted their heads to look over, but after seeing Twain, they lowered their heads to continue what they were doing.

Wasn't this where he worked last time? Twain was no stranger to this place. After he graduated from university, he had looked for hundreds of jobs before he finally settled for an admin position.