The populated city, Chijing, is still as busy as ever from one day to another. As usual, this Monday is no exception. Inside a skyscraper built in the shape of a wireless old-model table phone, on the exact twentieth floor, the chaotic movements of the people rushing around the square area are just as busy as the street down below.
"Get that white screen down," yells a man in his early forty, dressed in a black t-shirt and dark green knee-length loose pant that does not help with his chubby body. The clothes can only make him look bigger than he already is. "Lighting! Where is the lighting team?"
"They are on their way, director. Their car broke down when they were halfway here. The specialist team is fixing it now. Said they’d be ready to go in five minutes," answered a young boy in swe
