One closer to opening a whole new heart attack chapter.

In the late night's office light there was only one of her office lights left, she was wearing a tailor-made career suit, she was walking on her heels to the always cold-faced man's boss, and he sat on the couch and turned over the document, and his shirt was open, and he looked up at her lips for two seconds, and she leaned over her neck and her finger didn't want to rub his skin, and he suddenly got heavy, she was whispering in his ear, and she was laughing, and her throat rolled and she held her wrists and she sat by his legs, and they were close enough to hear each other's heart.