On the 10th floor

The corridor stretches out like an airport runway, every desk pushed against the window with engineered precision. I imagine the night cleaners bowling balls, racing office chairs and playing indoor cricket.

My team staggers itself out across the line. Looking up from my desk I see the tops of apartment blocks and church spires. Fluffy clouds sit over the mushroomed heads of tree tops, sprouting among terracotta roof tiles.

In the distance the Sydney Harbour Bridge springs out from the cluster of skyscrapers, an iron rainbow in the city haze. Rustling bags muffled by the carpet and the hum of aircon surround us.

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