Frankie moved the four big boxes into Lance's office.
Meeting Lance's surprised eyes, Frankie stammered, "It's the things you left at Ms. Thiel's place. She asked someone to send them over."
"OK. Leave them in the lounge." Lance looked at the documents in his hands, not affected at all.
At the end of the day's work, the city lit up, and the night became gorgeous.
Almost everyone in the company had left.
Lance went into the lounge and opened the boxes one by one.
The daily necessities, clothes, shoes, and other stuff inside the boxes were all arranged very well.
He stroked the organized objects one by one as if they were still warm from her hands.
He could imagine what she looked like when she was tidying up those clothes one by one.
He used to come home from work with the ironed clothes for the next day hanging in the room.