"Ninth master, are we still going to the old residence at the usual time tomorrow to pick you up?"
"Otherwise?"
"...I'll sort out what Director Hong meant tonight, and after you look it over tomorrow I'll pass it on to the relevant people in charge."
Rong Qian kept feeling that ever since he'd gone to the bathroom and come back, his Boss's face had been dark and stormy and hadn't brightened up once.
But before he went, Boss had been talking to the organizer, President Ou.
When he came back, it was still President Ou, and the few other presidents and directors who spoke with him later all looked like they were having a perfectly pleasant chat.
Nothing had gone sideways!
He racked his brains and still couldn't figure it out, terrified that overnight they'd be sent back to the Stone Age, back to those years when the whole secretary department was too scared to breathe, never knowing who'd be called into the office next and come out frozen to death.
