She first went to the bathroom, a place for professionals to refresh themselves.
Wiping away the blurred lipstick at the corners of her lips in front of the mirror, she applied another layer of powder, then took out the newly bought perfume from her bag and gently sprayed it on herself.
The somewhat unfamiliar scent brought Shi Chuxin a familiar sense of security, filling some of the emptiness in her heart and giving her a surge of strength.
Then she returned to her workstation, casually picked up a folder, ignored the vague glances in the office area, and re-entered the conference room, closing her eyes to adjust her state.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
A slightly disheveled short back hair appeared in Shi Chuxin's view.
...
"Xiao Duan, have a seat." Shi Chuxin pointed to the seat opposite her.
"Manager Shi." The short back hair, who had just come up from the sales department via the elevator, took a deep breath.
