She has a good life, a good partner, a nice apartment and a decent job. Beloved friends are more than just a few, despite her near-OCD, high-maintenance demands on certain particulars others may deem trivial. On week days she left for the company shuttle bus at dawn. She yearns to arrive at the office sooner, not because she is enthusiastic about starting the work earlier, but because doing so seems to help her get away. But to get away from what, or from whom, has for many years remained a mystery even for herself.

She puts up a smile from 8 to 5, sometimes an hour longer if a colleague decides to sit next to her on the shuttle, wishing to discuss unfinished business or merely longing for the company of a graceful lady, who is probably still ''available.'' By ''available'' her unaware colleagues determine in mind is no obvious presence/mention of a male figure in any sort of social occasions/small talks she ever engages. Curiously, the option of simply valuing one's privacy just never occurs to them.

''Thank goodness the boss has you lead this project. Now at last we've seen some breakthroughs. Everybody speaks so highly of you, both from managerial levels and your fellow co-workers. What a shame the other PMs are nothing like you,'' Ethan tried to break the ice.

''I am just doing my job. Just trying to get things done. And I'm lucky to have helpful colleagues,'' she modestly replied in a weary voice, hoping Ethan can tell how tired she was and that the last thing she would like to do was talk.