Even though I am angry, My steps are slow, trying to see how long I can delay the inevitable. Then, suddenly it crosses my mind that I haven't been to the administrative office in a week.
By definitely setting my priorities in the wrong order, I go back and walk down a few floors to the narrow hallway leading toward the auxiliary building. Unlike the main building, it is made entirely of concrete and doesn't have any windows. The ventilation is made by a system of small holes in the walls. All the organization's work is coordinated from here and if the main building is destroyed, this one must remain standing.
Even so, I can't help but complain about the infernal heat here. And I'm playing with the fire, too. Literally.
I stop in front one of the doors-third on the right-and I knock sof
