Bodyguard or Stalker

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Mei Xing tapped her foot impatiently as the taxi crawled through rush hour traffic. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she scanned the legal documents spread across her lap, highlighting key points with her free hand.

The air conditioner battled valiantly against the stifling heat, but a sheen of sweat still gathered on her forehead.

The buzzing of her phone shattered the steady clatter of the engine. She didn't bother to check the caller ID before she swiped to answer, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. "Mei Xing speaking," she answered crisply.

A frantic voice crackled through the receiver. It was, the site supervisor at Mr Zheng's construction project. He explained in a breathless rush that the shipment of steel beams they had ordered had hit a snag.

Apparently, there was a material shortage, and the supplier had sent an alternate to complement them.