A Memory Or A Dream?

"The mission was sent out late by one minute." Yang Feng did not raise his head when Chen Gaonan walked in with a cup of coffee. 

Chen Gaonan carefully placed it onto the clean and organized desk. "I'm sorry, Boss. I hesitated." When he saw the steam blowing off the coffee was becoming small wisps, he broke out in cold sweat. Damn it, the coffee would taste drastically different. 

Yang Feng didn't touch the coffee nor spared his secretary his attention. He was busy signing off documents and overseeing the progress of projects that required his scrutiny.

"Boss, if I may comment about the mission…" Chen Gaonan did not want to come off as rude or stepping out of line. Even so, he was willing to place his boss' safety over his own life.

"Go on." Yang Feng commanded with his head buried into the paperwork. He was slacking off a recently. Currently, he was on his way to completing all of the paperwork for this week and the next.