The countdown on the phone screen made me feel sick.
8:59:47. 8:59:48. 8:59:49.
There were people all around. They were packed face to face, and the smell of sweat and cheap perfume mixed together, making the entire carriage look like a sardine can. But I don't have time for that. There is only one thought in my mind - run to the company and clock in.
7 Minutes left.
Logically speaking, it only takes 5 minutes for me to rush from the subway station to Building A office building. But something was wrong today, the crowd was half a beat slower than usual. No, it's not a half-shot, everyone is walking slowly, like walking a dog.
"Give way."
I squeezed past two people. The fat guy on the edge of the escalator was yawning and browsing short videos, with his bag at his feet, blocking most of the passage.
