Qin Yucen leaned against the door, the cold, hard glass pressing against her back. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes focusing only on the numerous blurred spots of light from the crystal chandelier. She maintained this position for a very long time, so long that her body had become numb and stiff.
The sound of music from her cellphone broke the silence in the office. Qin Yucen took a deep breath, then slowly straightened up, allowing her stiff joints to adjust, before she gently stepped forward, walked to her desk, and picked up her phone. She made a conscious effort to keep her voice free of any negative emotions, "Mr. Zhong, what's the matter?"
"Little Cencen, could I have the pleasure of your company for lunch today?" Zhong Lang's tone was light and cheerful on the other end.
"I'm sorry, but I need to work overtime today, so I can't join you for lunch. Next time, it's my treat," Qin Yucen politely declined.