They got to the company and Fu Ling took the executive passage down to his private elevator.
He headed to his office, looking around as he did. There weren't many offices on this floor, but they all seems empty. Was there a holiday he wasn't away of? Highly unlikely.
Fu Ling didn't ask. Whatever it was, he would definitely be informed. He walked into his office and the first thing he noticed was the blandness.
There was only a desk and chair, a shelf and a printer. There were no personal touches in the room. The walls were pare of paintings and the desk was clutter free. Not even a pen case was on it.
He opened the door to the lounge and looked around. It was basically the same except that the owner seemed to be forced to add some things.
Fu Ling's clothes, fitted for different occasions were in the drawer with shoes to match. The bed was made with crisp white sheets and even the duvet was white.
