Abby, You Should be Here

In the nighttime, around 07:50 PM

A blonde-haired woman appeared to be in a private elevator. There she was, alone, and the atmosphere was so lonely because there was no one to talk to. That young lady just let the silence hit without intending to do anything to dispel it. An idea flashed through Abby's mind, so she, as soon as possible, wanted to carry out such an action. “I want to cook something. Should I leave some food for Massimo? But what if it turns out that he did not even come home early like last night?”

Not long after, the elevator stopped moving, and a sound was heard from inside as if signalling that the passanger had arrived at the destination floor. When that door opened, the bitchy-looking woman, without further ado, came out and walked down the corridor. The atmosphere was very quiet and the only sound from her shoes did not scare Abby. However, she just wanted to be able to get to her husband's penthouse quickly, even though she could not do it as soon as possible.