Yàn Shū's hands were shaking so badly he had to shove them into the pockets of his corduroy blazer. He stood in the lobby of The Apex, a glass-and-steel monolith that served as the headquarters for Han Shān's tech empire.
He felt like a stray cat that had accidentally wandered into a lion's den.
He dealt with data, ink-stained journals, and quiet libraries. He did not deal with men like Han Shān, the "Ice King" of the tech world, or Zhāo Yàn, the fiery, unpredictable venture capitalist whose face was on every business magazine in the country.
"Mr. Yàn Shū? They're ready for you in the private lounge," a receptionist said, her voice as polished as the marble floor.
Yàn Shū swallowed hard, his Adam's neck moving convulsively. I'm insane, he thought. I'm officially going crazy. I'm about to tell two of the most powerful men in the city that I'm dreaming about us being a family in a world where people turn into tigers and wolves.
