Kui Kasha typed the last number on the calculator keyboard with her fingertips. The "187623.5" That jumped on the screen was exactly the same as the book amount on the report. She breathed a sigh of relief, pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked downstairs through the glass window of the office - " "Starlight" bar is in the golden hour after dark, with neon signs flashing in the dusk. Men and women in fashionable clothes push the door open one after another. The bartender behind the bar flips his wrists, and the glass clinks with a crisp sound. The mellowness of whiskey and the sweetness of fruit wine seem to have floated in the air.
