After about a week, I saw Mr. Lu again, walking into the lobby with his chest puffed out and his eyes unblinking, while I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a rag in hand, cleaning the glass. Unfortunately, I couldn't follow him because it was my turn to do the cleaning downstairs this week.

Regrets aside, I'm in a pretty good mood because today is payday. I only have a month's probationary period, so I'll be getting more money this month than last, and I can't help but ...