Big winner. High-powered game under a uniform.

The office's lights are high, and the three women in the suit, who look at each other while locking their eyes on the intern, Linshar, have the courage to close their eyes, to make the tie of her superior with her fingertips, to breathe close to her head, and the cold-faced woman suddenly stretches her hand around her waist, with her voice down, with her tremors, and the lights stretching, folding together, and Linsa holds her wrist with her back hand and looks at another director, and smiles deep, as if the air was solid, breathing clear and smelly, getting close to each other, getting close to each other, getting close to each other, getting entangled, getting out of control, suddenly ringing a bell, and no one left a dangerous distance.