The moment Shen Yi toppled over at his desk, he was still clutching half a cup of cold instant coffee.
After forty-two hours of overtime, his heart felt as if someone were squeezing it tight, then letting go, over and over. His final consciousness lingered on the line of text on his computer screen: “Requirements_Document_v23_Final_Version_Really_Final.doc.” There was even a bitter smile on his lips.
That smile froze in another world.
