1：Is er ideal still alive

Sukiesathunchedoverherdesk，hereyesstrainedfromstaringattheputersforhoursoheofficewasdimlylit，withonlytheflickeringfluorestlightsaboveaglowofputermonitorsprovidingillumination.Itwaswellpastofficehours，andmostofhercolleagueshadalreadygonehome.Thecityoutsidewasalivewiththehumoftraffidthedistantsoundsofnightlife，butSukiewastrappedinthemonotonousgrindofherjob.

Shesigheddeeply，rubbiemplesinaoalleviatethethrobbingheadachethathadbeenbuildingallday.Herphonebuzzedonthedesk，ahestoseeamessagefromherbestfriend，Jack.

＊Jack＊:＂Stilttheoffieedadrink?＂

Sukiecouldn，thelpbutsmile.Jackalwaysknewwhensheneededabreak.Shequicklytypedbackaresponse.

＊Sukie＊:＂Youkoowell.Meetyouatourusualspotin30?＂

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