The ticking of the second hand continuously circles around, no matter how many circles it runs, no matter how long it runs, it can never escape this boundary.
Day after day, year after year.
No matter when you look up at it, it is always moving. If you were to say who is the hardest worker in this office, it must be those countless second hands.
Even though Nate knows this, knows that the second hand won't disappear just because he doesn't watch it for a while, he still can't help but look up again.
Less than five minutes had passed since he last looked up.
What he was actually looking at wasn't the second hand, but the time.
It's already eleven o'clock.
His gaze returned to the main gate of the police station outside the window, he had been standing there for quite some time.
This is the advantage of promotion.
Those lower-level officers still have to work, while he can allocate his time freely.
