The mother-daughter routine had started before dawn.
Yinlin woke Mei gently, careful not to rush her. Hair brushed into neat pigtails, lunch packed with practiced precision. Shoes checked twice. A jacket zipped up despite Mei's protest about the heat. Yinlin didn't trust the weather anymore. It changed its mind too easily.
Breakfast was quiet on her end. Mei filled the silence easily, chattering about a drawing she wanted to finish, about a teacher who smelled like oranges. Yinlin listened while watching the clock, measuring each minute like it mattered more than it should.
They left the apartment on time. As always. No shortcuts. No detours.
On the walk to the kindergarten, Yinlin held Mei's hand firmly. Her grip tightened when she noticed a black car across the street.
She had seen it before. Near the apartment. Near the corner store. Always clean. Always idle. A foreign sedan with windows dark enough to deny curiosity. She couldn't make out the driver. Couldn't tell if the attention she felt was real or only her nerves misfiring.
The car didn't move. Engine running. Too still to be casual.
Yinlin waited until Mei disappeared into the kindergarten building before stepping back to glance across the street again.
The car had already disappeared from sight.
"I must be imagining things." She told herself.
Yinlin adjusted the strap of her bag and crossed the street without looking again.
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The Hotel
By the time Yinlin reached the staff entrance, the air in the hotel had already shifted.
A temporary security desk had been installed near the service corridor. Not flashy. Just a slim podium, a scanner, and a young man in a new uniform she didn't recognize. He smiled as she approached, professional and rehearsed.
"Staff ID, please."
She handed it over.
He scanned it once. Then again. The pause stretched just long enough to make her look up.
"Your shift's been adjusted," he said pleasantly. "You're starting from 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. tomorrow onwards."
"That wasn't on the roster," Yinlin replied with a frown.
He nodded, as if she'd said something obvious. "This has only been updated this morning."
She took her card back. "No one informed me."
Another smile. "They're streamlining communication from now on."
Confused, but she didn't inquire further. Now she had to arrange Ah Jia to send Mei and pick her up from the kindergarten every morning.
Yinlin took a mental note as she took the elevator.
Inside, the rhythm of the hotel's restaurant felt off-beat. The once cheerful mornings filled with clatters of utensils and meaningless chatters disappeared. Conversations cut short when the supervisors passed. Laughter lowered into murmurs. Another server she'd known for years avoided her eyes entirely.
Near the staff board, a small crowd had gathered.
New notices. Freshly laminated. Performance metrics broken down by department. Names reduced to employee numbers. Targets circled in red.
Jenny stood beside her, arms crossed tight. "They're ranking us now."
Yinlin scanned the page. Speed. Guest feedback. Compliance scores.
"They never used to post this publicly," Yinlin said.
"They want us to see it," Jenny replied. "Fear works faster when it's shared."
A supervisor approached, heels sharp against the tile. "No loitering."
Jenny stepped back immediately. Yinlin followed.
Two servers were pulled aside near the elevators. One of them, a woman barely out of training, nodded repeatedly as a manager spoke to her in a low, controlled voice. Her hands shook. When she was dismissed, she went straight to the restroom and didn't come out for a long time.
The new investor—Xu Tao—hadn't made an appearance, but his presence was everywhere. Timetables tightened. Smiles were corrected. Every mistake felt heavier.
That alone was unusual.
The manager talked too much. Talked about growth. About vision. About aligning with international standards. He mentioned the investor only once, casually, like an afterthought.
"This is an opportunity," he said. "They don't come often. The investor has made his expectations clear. If we align our service and facilities accordingly, the hotel stands to regain visibility. We need to show we can deliver."
No one asked questions nor argue with the logic.
Afterward, assignments were redistributed. Experienced staff sent to unfamiliar floors. Junior employees promoted without warning. Yinlin noticed patterns forming that made no sense operationally.
That arrogant man wasn't joking with what he said the other day about reforming this place.
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Lunch break came late.
Yinlin sat on the service steps with Jenny, the stairwell dim and echoing. Jenny stabbed at her food, then gave up.
"He's bad news," she said quietly.
Yinlin didn't ask who.
"People like him don't invest," Jenny went on. "They collect."
Yinlin glanced at her. "Collect?"
"Top-down," Jenny said. "They remove people until only the ones who work best for them are left." She lowered her voice further. "HR doesn't walk around unless someone's about to disappear."
"You're worried."
"I'm practical." Jenny wiped her hands on a napkin. "I need this job. I don't care how ugly it gets, as long as I stay. If I need to take more shifts, I will."
Yinlin nodded. "The hotel was already good without all this."
"Was." Jenny laughed under her breath. "Director's getting greedy. Big money makes people stupid."
Yinlin didn't argue. The hotel had been slipping in customer reviews for years. With so many competitions in a city as big as Shanghai, the director would have taken any chance to pull it back before the place collapsed entirely.
They sat in silence until Yinlin spoke again, voicing the thought that wouldn't let go.
"There's a car," she said.
Jenny looked up sharply. "What kind of car?"
"Black. Always near places I go."
"Are you sure it's the same one?"
"Yes."
"Did it follow you?"
"No."
Jenny frowned. "Then how do you know?"
Yinlin hesitated. "I don't. I just feel it."
Jenny studied her for a moment. "That's worse," she said finally. "If it's nothing, forget it. If it's something, report it."
"I'm careful."
"You're too calm about this," Jenny said with a defeated sigh. "A crazy pervert could be knocking on your door at night, and you'd still open it and tell him to go home safely." She scoffed, then softened. "Seriously. Just… don't ignore it."
Joke aside, Yinlin understood what Jenny meant.
A single mother. With a child. Alone.
She had taken precautions. Walking home carefully at night. Using public transport. Avoiding dark corners. Extreme cases were rare in this city—Shanghai was safe and orderly. There was a reason why she moved here instead of any other cities. There was no reason for paranoia.
That was what she usually told herself before going to bed every night.
*****
That evening, Yinlin was assigned to serve the executive floor. There's no explanation from the manager. No choice, only demands from the higher-ups.
The meeting room was sealed tight, the kind of space built for secrets. A round table anchored the room, heavy and immovable. Tall window glasses enclosed behind it. Men in tailored suits spoke in low voices that never quite reached argument.
Yinlin moved quietly as she pushed the wine trolley in, like a practiced ghost.
Halfway through the service, she felt it.
Xu Tao.
He didn't call for her. Didn't acknowledge her directly. His gaze followed her instead, steady and unapologetic, as if the years between them had been an inconvenience rather than a barrier.
She ignored him. Pop the cork, poured the wine, and stepped back.
One of the executives, a foreign-looking man with leering eyes leaned forward when she reached his glass. His eyes traveled slowly from her waist down to her legs, deliberately. Like he was assessing a merchandise.
"Thank you, love," he whispered as she poured into his glass, sounding pleased himself.
Yinlin inclined her head in a polite gesture. No smile. No reaction. Because reaction would mean more uninvited advances. Or worse, her job. Then she withdrew slowly.
As the servers left, the man chuckled and turned to Tao. "Good staff. Easy on the eyes—makes the food taste better. The wine sweeter."
Tao's expression didn't change. "Presentation matters."
"It always does," the man said. "Still, the place is underutilized. With better decor, better facilities. You'd attract a different class of customer."
Tao glanced toward the door Yinlin had just passed through. "That can be arranged."
The man laughed, satisfied. "You're decisive for someone your age."
"I only invest in potent," Tao replied.
Yinlin did not look back.
She didn't need to.
The weight of his attention followed her out, precise and inescapable, like a hand at the base of her spine reminding her she had been seen.