Qingzhou Airport.
Nightfall descended as the terminal lights illuminated the space, where shadows of hurried travelers appeared sharp against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, adding a touch of warmth to the chilly evening.
At the T3 terminal pickup area, three black sedans pulled in and parked simultaneously.
From the front passenger seat of the car in the middle, a young woman with an air of professionalism stepped out, respectfully opening the rear door.
An elegant lady draped in a sable coat emerged from the vehicle.
Passersby spared her a fleeting glance, only to have their jaws drop at the crocodile leather handbag slung over her arm.
For an average engineer who runs from one project site to another, just this single bag would require three years of tightened belt-straps and no meals to afford.
Comparison breeds resentment; the onlookers tightened their coats around themselves.
