Renovation on the Eighteenth Floor

Summer in the city turned out to be incredibly scorching. You’d think that would be something to enjoy, but the dull walls of my office brought no pleasure. What could be worse than working during the height of summer? I believed there was nothing.

But I was wrong! At the hottest time of the season, a crew of workers came into the office—whose main purpose seemed to be turning our existence into suffering. Or maybe, in the end, this ordeal would give us heavenly satisfaction?