The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and misery.
I was ruthless. I tore apart the marketing team's proposal for being too soft. I reorganized the logistics department. I slashed budgets.
I channeled every ounce of Yichen's cold efficiency, using work as a shield against the pain in my chest.
By 6:00 PM, everyone was terrified of me. The office was silent. People scurried out of my way when I walked to the breakroom. Qiao Mei had left early to check on the flagship store construction, leaving me alone in the silent building.
I walked to the breakroom to make a cup of ginger tea, trying to settle my stomach, which had been rolling all afternoon. The twins were protesting my lack of food, but I couldn't force anything down.
I was stirring the tea, staring blankly at the steam, when I sensed someone behind me.
I turned around. It was Su Jin.
