East Capital, Central Business District, Global Finance Building.
On the thirty-sixth floor, the reflective marble floor mirrored the hurried figures of white-collar workers.
Everyone was clad in suits, walking briskly.
The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the invisible pressure of the elite.
Suddenly, a slight commotion arose at the edge of the open-office area.
Employees unconsciously lifted their heads, their eyes converging on a point, expressions slightly bewildered.
They saw the company's chairman, the bald and portly man who was usually imposing and whose scolding was thunderous, at that moment resembling a newbie intern.
He carefully held a tray with both hands, on which rested three freshly brewed cups of top-grade Big Red Robe tea.
His waist slightly bent, face bearing a humble yet stiff smile.
First, he walked to the thick walnut door of the chairman's office and gently knocked with his elbow.
