No one believed him.
After all—
I was an trustworthy woman.
Years later, I heard he went abroad to find Alina—
and caught that disease.
After that, nothing.
By then, I'd risen high enough that I no longer pressed elevator buttons myself.
As for the man beside me—
unimportant.
Either he pleases me.
Or he helps me climb higher.
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