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The soft chime of the elevator echoed as the metallic doors glided open with a refined hiss.
Liang Qianyu stepped out first, her heels clicking confidently on the glossy marble floor of the top executive level of Orchid Blossom Entertainments.
The soft click of her heels echoed against the polished marble floors as she followed the manager down the pristine corridor.
The entire floor was wrapped in an elegant silence, broken only by the subtle hum of central air conditioning and the faint muffled voices from offices behind closed doors.
She carried herself like someone born under a spotlight, yet her aura didn't scream arrogance.
It was calm, composed confidence — the kind that made people instinctively turn their heads.
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The manager paused outside a set of sleek double doors bearing a golden plaque:
"President's Office."
He raised his hand and knocked twice, sharp but respectful.
A few seconds passed.
"Enter," came the deep voice from inside.
The manager opened the doors and held one side for her.
Liang Qianyu stepped into the spacious office. It was tastefully minimalistic, drenched in neutral tones and warm lighting.
A long pane of glass offered a panoramic view of the bustling city below.
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Seated behind the desk was a man in his mid-fifties, sharp-featured with silver streaks in his hair that gave him an air of seasoned authority.
Beside him stood another man in formal suits, and at once, all the two stood up upon seeing her.
Their postures straightened almost simultaneously, as though someone had triggered an internal switch.
Smiles—bright, polished, and filled with flattery—spread across their faces like rehearsed performances.
"Young Miss Liang!" one of the men greeted, his tone light with awe, hands clasped in front of him. "Welcome, welcome!"
"An absolute honor," said the other, stepping forward. "Truly, we're fortunate to have you grace our humble company."
"Please, just call me Qianyu," she said with a small, graceful smile, her voice soft but crisp, like velvet wrapping a blade.
The men exchanged amused but respectful glances as if pleasantly surprised.
One of them — the HR director — smiled slightly. "I'm Zhou Yi, Director of HR," he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly. "This here is of course, President Xue."
President Xue offered a firm nod. "It's truly our privilege to welcome you aboard. You joining our small company... is beyond an honour."
He gestured for her to sit, and she did so, crossing her legs with the effortless elegance of someone raised in elite circles.
The manager who escorted her quietly took his place near the door, remaining silent.
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"Miss Liang—Qianyu," President Xue corrected himself with a gracious chuckle. " We're thrilled. Orchid Blossom Entertainments believes in nurturing talent—not just placing them, but building them into icons. You deserve an empire."
He opened a sleek black folder and slid a set of pristine documents toward her.
"Your contract," he said. "Take your time. But I think you'll find we've prepared something… worthy of you."
Liang Qianyu picked up the contract. Her eyes scanned the clauses with sharp efficiency.
As expected, it was tailored.
No ordinary celebrity treatment—this was royalty-level exclusivity.
Zhou Yi chimed in, "You'll also be working under our top-tier manager — Manager Zhao — who has handled three award-winning artists. He's one of the best in the entire entertainment circle."
Manager Zhao nodded as he stood at the door.
"Your schedule will be customized around your preferences. Your comfort is our top priority," added President Xue.
"We've arranged for a dedicated makeup and styling team," said Zhou Yi. "Exclusive to you. You'll never have to share, not even with A-listers."
"You'll have the three full-time assistants," smiled President Xue. "Each trained in different areas—scheduling, personal errands, brand coordination."
Zhou Yi leaned forward. "We're talking about personal branding campaigns, direct collaboration with luxury fashion houses, and—of course—music and drama projects aligned to your aesthetic."
Liang Qianyu looked up, amused. "You've certainly done your homework."
Zhou Yi chuckled. "We wouldn't dare come unprepared when it comes to you."
"We want you to rise fast, Qianyu," said President Xue. "And you will—with us behind you."
The contract also included full VIP medical coverage, private gym facilities, a reserved rehearsal studio, and even a penthouse upgrade in the Capital's central district—should she prefer to move closer to the company's main branch.
She reached for the pen.
With a few confident strokes of her hand, her name was inked onto the final page.
The room held its breath.
Then—
The moment the last dot was placed, Zhou Yi clapped softly.
President Xue leaned forward with both hands on the desk, his face alight with a broad grin.
"Welcome to the family, Qianyu," he said.
"We're honoured to have you," Zhou Yi said. "It's a new chapter."
Liang Qianyu offered a small smile. "I look forward to working with all of you."
President Xue straightened, then opened a drawer behind him and pulled out a sleek envelope.
Inside it was her official welcome letter, an engraved access card, and a schedule booklet.
"One last thing," he said, passing it to her. "Your first engagement is this afternoon at the Jingnan Performing Arts Centre. Director Gu Yanchuan is waiting to meet you personally. It's a fitting start."
"He'll be directing the new drama we mentioned yesterday. You're already shortlisted for the lead role, but he wants to meet you in person. I trust you'll impress him," nodded Zhou Yi.
"I'll do my best," she said calmly as accepted the envelope with a soft nod.
The CEO motioned toward the door. "Manager Zhao and your assistants will accompany you. You're in good hands."
As if on cue, Manager Zhao opened the door and three figures entered.
The three assistants entered.
They stood in a small line and bowed politely.
"Miss Liang — I mean, Qianyu — we're honoured to be your assistants."
Liang Qianyu smiled, nodding to each one. "Nice to meet you all. Let's work well together."
All three beamed.
Manager Zhao then approached her with a small tablet. "Your transport has already been arranged. Would you like your team to accompany you?"
She nodded. "Of course."
With that, the meeting concluded.
The two men stood as she exited the office, flanked by her three new assistants and the silent, watchful manager.
As they walked down the corridor, her heels echoed like a steady rhythm of power.
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