When the city lights flicker, the real night begins
Last Friday, I found myself in a cramped office, staring at a spreadsheet that never seemed to end. The clock read 22:30, and my colleagues had already slipped into the city’s rooftop bars.
Last Friday, I found myself in a cramped office, staring at a spreadsheet that never seemed to end. The clock read 22:30, and my colleagues had already slipped into the city’s rooftop bars.