Her Worth is to be an Accompaniment

Ding! He reached the fifteenth floor. He only recovered his senses by then, ran towards the card-punching area, and reached out his thumb. Ka! He had successfully punched in at eight fifty-nine. When he looked up again, it was already nine.

Afterward, he patted his chest. So close… he was really lucky.

When he walked into the office, all the other people looked at him with pity.

"What just happened?" He scratched his head. Was he not late? Did he not have a minute to spare? Why did everyone look at him as if he was going to get fired?

"Are you okay?" an old employee asked him kindly. Was he really okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine." He rolled his sleeves up, sat down, and turned on the computer. Just that, he was feeling awkward with so many pairs of eyes on him.

"Did you go to the eighteenth floor?"

The man asked complicatedly.

"Yes, I did." He was very honest.

"Did you see that Ms. Xia?"