Why did they make chairs this small?
I thought as I tried to push myself further into the cushions.
Mr Shen's face was the embodiment of indifference, seated across from me, his gaze focused on whatever he was looking for on his tablet as his fingers tapped relentlessly on the screen.
Remember the decision I made to not show any weakness today? Well, after careful consideration of persisting conditions, I decided it was only right that I put a pause on it for now.
Every sudden movement he made incited a flinch from me. So much so that I worried I might end up with muscle contraction issues after this meeting.
Neither of us had said a word about what happened, and I had a feeling it would stay that way. In fact, I preferred it to stay that way, even though I was dying from curiosity.
Who was this secretary Lin?
An ex? Did they end on bad terms?
