She unfastened her second button outside the meeting room—your direct supervisor, Shen Ruocheng

She unfastened her second button outside the meeting room—your direct supervisor, Shen Ruocheng

Only the two of you remain at the end of the corridor. She leans against the wall with a cup of coffee, loose strands of hair framing her neck, the corners of her eyes still holding a faint flush from the heated meeting just now. She glances at you, her tone a full octave softer than it was in the conference room: 'Stay a minute. There's something... not related to work.'