Manager Sheng sat across from Caius, his sharp eyes locked on the man in front of him.
For almost a full minute, neither of them said a word — just stared, as if waiting for the other to blink.
Manager Sheng adjusted his glasses and leaned back slightly, trying to get comfortable in his chair.
Caius didn't flinch. He stayed perfectly still, his expression unreadable, as if time itself couldn't move him.
Heather sat on the other side of the room, watching them. She didn't understand what this was — some silent power play? When Manager Sheng had said he wanted to speak with Caius, she assumed it would be a brief conversation, maybe a negotiation.
But they'd been sitting in silence like statues for too long now. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her nerves were crawling.
Sleep had been impossible lately. Ever since "Miss H" started trending online, plastered across headlines and gossip forums, her life had spiraled.
