The car stops in front of Wuchen headquarters.
Shen Rui is already waiting by the door, and when he opens it, I'm still processing the fact that Bael planned this.
That he arranged for me to be brought here instead of home.
"Young Master," Shen Rui greets me with a slight bow.
I step out, following him toward the entrance.
Employees bow as we pass through the lobby, some with respect in their eyes, some with that careful professional neutrality, but all of them acknowledging me.
It's not new.
They've done this every time I've been here.
But today it feels different somehow.
Maybe because I know Bael's waiting for me upstairs.
Maybe because he specifically arranged for me to come here right after the submission.
The elevator ride up is quiet.
Just Shen Rui and me, watching the numbers climb.
