TWENTY SIX

Stepping into a room with a masculine feel that the owner had long abandoned felt so different. The room was cold now. The winds blowing from the gaps in the windows were so freezing, instead it should have brought the scorching summer air out there. How long has the room been left? The answer was months ago. The owner was killed in a single accident that occurred on the streets of Columbia. Lean took a deep breath, then exhaled strongly with emotion. In that room he had many memories with Michael. Memories of when they discussed business, discussed the past, or discussed love. All things related to that man did not escape Lean's attention because they both grew up carrying old wounds from the past.

Sitting on Michael's dusty black chair, it felt like Lean could still feel Michael's warm body there. The man liked to sit for hours in his office thinking about the various kinds of innovations he wanted to develop for his company. The company he started himself with all the sweat and pa