Perfection

Two hours prior.

Chen Gaonan was exasperatingly glancing back from his tablet to the scene in front of him. He was breaking out in a cold-sweat that could fill up buckets to come. 

The Lady Boss was arriving in the next two hours and this place was near its completion. Even so, he could not stop stressing and worrying over the tiniest details. 

His frosty and demonic boss was a few meters away, watching everything unfold in heavy silence. His lips were pulled into a thin line whilst his eyes scrutinized every little detail. He only accepted perfection. Anything other than that was trash.

Decorators scrambled around the place, handling every meticulous detail with high concentration. Some ensured the bamboo leaves were resting at the perfect angle and direction while a few others were on their hands and knees ensuring the fake grass looked more real than authentic ones.