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"The director didn't give orders on dressing you," the makeup artist said. Fangxi turned to smile at her.

"The President gave orders." The makeup artist eyes popped as she immediately got into action. No one would want to be in the bad book of the president.

As the makeup artists got into work, Mei Han came back carrying a tray, two plates of desserts in it. A special treat, since the president was around. 

Upon sighting her, Yin Anhao sprang up from her chair interrupting the artist. She went straight to Mei Han and snatched the tray.

"Hey, that's for me and Xue." Mei Han tried to snatch the tray back but Anhao let it go and it dropped to the floor. The dessert quickly mixed with sand and dust.

There was silence. Mei Han tears was almost dropping as she stared down at the desserts.

Anhao dusted her hands. "Oh, I'm sorry." An insincere apology, she folded her hands and went to sit back down.