novelraw Chapter 745: Secretary Jin – Strategic Alignment
Chapter 745: Secretary Jin – Strategic Alignment
Approaching 9 PM.
At the intersection of Fifth Avenue and Central Park South.
The motorcade slowly left the bustling main road, not heading towards the crowded hotel revolving door, but instead turning directly into the side entrance at 1 Central Park South.
It was a low-key, yet specially guarded black wrought iron gate.
Above the entrance, there was no hotel sign, only an inconspicuous bronze plaque: [The Plaza Residences].
As soon as the car stopped, a butler in a tailcoat, accompanied by two white-gloved attendants, quickly approached.
He respectfully opened the rear door, leaning forward slightly:
"Welcome home, Mr. Tang."
Tang Song stepped out of the car, nodding calmly with a composed expression.
Lin Muxue, following closely behind, instinctively tightened her long, beautiful legs encased in stockings the moment she exited the vehicle.The thrill brought by top-tier wealth and power made her whole body feel feverish.
Quickly adjusting her state, Lin Muxue lifted her chin, stepped forward, and instructed in an extremely natural tone:
"Alfred, take the luggage directly to the living room. Additionally, I do not wish for anyone to disturb Mr. Tang's rest, unless they are visitors with confirmed appointments verified by us."
"Understood, Ms. Lin. Everything has been prepared according to your email instructions. The flowers and scents have also been replaced with the varieties you specified." The butler Alfred responded respectfully.
Shen Yuyan, following behind Tang Song, felt her pupils tremble slightly at this moment.
This wasn't checking in;
this was coming home.
Did Tang Song own property here?
She had certainly heard about the significance of "The Plaza Private Residences."
Since the $400 million century renovation in 2007, only a very small portion of this area had been retained as private residences.
Those who lived here were far from ordinary wealthy people.
Owning a private residence here meant you not only possessed the most expensive location in New York, but also had the qualification to sit as an equal with the city's history.
This was no longer just a matter of financial resources;
this was genuine heritage.
Tang Song indeed had many mysteries she was unaware of.
The group passed through the private lobby paved with thick Persian carpets.
Without any cumbersome check-in procedures, they headed directly to the private elevator.
As the elevator ascended smoothly and quickly, the numbers finally stopped at the top floor, the 18th floor.
"Ding—"
The elevator doors opened, not onto a corridor, but onto a private entry foyer paved with black and white marble.
Directly ahead was an exquisitely carved double-door made of mahogany, with handles plated in a dark golden sheen.
Shen Yuyan's pupils contracted sharply, and her heartbeat uncontrollably began to accelerate.
Top-floor private residence...
Tang Song looked at the door before him, both familiar and unfamiliar, let out a soft breath, and stepped forward.
Reached out, fingerprint unlock.
"Click—"
The heavy bolt retracted, and the substantial door swung open accordingly.
What greeted them was a winding upward spiral staircase made of mahogany.
Above the staircase, soft and luxurious light from a crystal chandelier poured down, vaguely revealing a corner of the magnificent ceiling on the second floor.
Tang Song stood before the staircase, his hand stroking the warm wooden handrail, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, a trace of nostalgia appearing on his face.
Setting foot here again, his perception was completely different from his memory.
This suite was purchased by Secretary Jin in 2019. It wasn't located on a single flat level but occupied the pinnacle of The Plaza—the 18th and 19th floors.
It was a duplex dome mansion absolutely unique in all of Manhattan.
A century ago, this had been the private residence of the Astor family, the railroad tycoons.
Butler Alfred directed the attendants to place the suitcases quietly by the side of the entryway, then very perceptively bowed and retreated, gently closing the large door.
Tang Song turned around, his gaze sweeping over Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan behind him, who looked astonished and were glancing around.
He said gently, "You two rest on this floor, feel free to look around. I have some private matters to attend to upstairs."
"Okay."
"Understood."
Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan glanced at each other, obediently nodding in agreement.
They knew their boundaries and also understood the subtext in Tang Song's words—
Tang Song would not let them stay here.
Regarding this, Lin Muxue didn't feel disappointed or dissatisfied;
instead, she felt somewhat relieved.
After all, coming to New York this time, she carried a kind of trepidation akin to "meeting the parents."
Director Jin was in this very city, and might even be secretly observing them right now.
She had long been mentally prepared to be put in her place.
Moreover, with female intuition, she could keenly sense that the decoration style and taste of this suite were absolutely intricately linked to Jin Meixiao.
This place was likely the domain of the "official consort."
She dared not try to mark territory here.
Otherwise, major trouble would ensue.
Under their gaze.
Tang Song alone stepped onto that spiral staircase.
His leather shoes made no sound on the thick carpet.
As he ascended, his field of view gradually expanded.
The moment he stepped onto the 19th floor, the world seemed to fall silent, leaving only a tranquility and weight that had settled over a hundred years.
It was a massive dome hall.
Unlike conventional luxury homes filled with brand-name furniture, it had been transformed into a private library full of classical ambiance.
Along the circular walls were rows of floor-to-ceiling dark walnut bookshelves, filled with various hardcover original books, antiques, and artworks.
Right below the dome stood a desk carved from a single piece of solid wood.
Through the arched floor-to-ceiling windows, the deep, quiet black forest of Central Park and the distant lights of Fifth Avenue were fully visible.
Standing here gave one a god's-eye view, as if stepping on all of New York and scrutinizing all living beings.
Tang Song passed through this scholarly space, his fingers lightly brushing past rows of book spines.
Besides the library, this floor was cleverly divided into several functional areas.
A retro cigar and whiskey bar, a private reading area around the fireplace...
Finally, he arrived before a section of wainscoting on the flank of the dome hall.
Pushing the door open revealed the master bedroom suite.
The space here was extremely large, yet it didn't feel empty.
Unlike the luxurious flamboyance outside, the color palette here was warm and tranquil.
Tang Song looked quietly for a while, did not linger in the bedroom, but walked directly through the lounge area towards the deep walk-in closet.
He casually took out those [Tang Song's Glasses] from his pocket and slowly placed them on the bridge of his nose.
The square-frame glasses added a touch of refinement, elegance, and even a mysterious, ascetic aura.
The next moment, his vision instantly changed.
From the depths of the originally dim closet, two dazzling golden lights suddenly lit up.
He walked to a standalone display case at the end of the closet, reached out, and pressed a hidden switch.
Whirr—
Accompanied by the faint sound of mechanical operation, the bulletproof glass cabinet door slowly slid open.
Two sets of clothes, meticulously protected by dust bags, hung quietly there, emitting a unique aura under the soft lighting.
Tang Song reached out and gently unzipped the dust bags.
Two completely different styles of attire appeared before his eyes.
Crisp system notification sounds rang consecutively in his ears:
"Ding! You have obtained [Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light]."
"Ding! You have obtained [Outfit - Mist Gentleman]."
Tang Song's gaze was instantly captivated by the deep blue suit.
It was an extremely well-tailored three-piece suit of deep blue worsted wool.
The fabric was top-grade wool blended with silk, presenting a deep blue hue like the night sea under the light, faintly shimmering with a silky luster.
Paired with it was a snow-white high-count Sea Island cotton poplin shirt with a stiff collar, and a handmade tie with subtle silver star patterns.
On the cuffs and collar, there was a set of cufflinks and a tie pin made of obsidian and white gold, low-key yet luxurious.
[Outfit - Mist Gentleman]: Rare limited outfit, Physique +3, Agility +3, Comprehension +1, comes with constant temperature effect. Whether in harsh winter or scorching summer, it always maintains the most comfortable skin temperature for the human body, allowing you to always maintain perfect gentlemanly composure, absolutely free from sweat stains or shivers.
Set Composition: Deep Blue Worsted Three-Piece Suit + Shirt + Star Pattern Tie + Oxford Shoes + Obsidian Tie Pin &
Cufflinks Set;
Attached Special Effect: Silent Field (When wearing this set and conversing with others, automatically blocks surrounding environmental noise, greatly enhancing your concentration and memory, making conversations more private and penetrating)
Limited Special Effect: Mist Gentleman (Your micro-expressions and true emotions will be shrouded in a layer of psychological mist. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to see through your thoughts through your expressions or body language, maintaining a mysterious and awe-inspiring sense of authority.)
[Note: This is how she imagined you looked the first time she saw you in the illusory river of dreams.]
.....
Looking at the system notes, Tang Song's breathing involuntarily became somewhat heavy, his fingertips gently rubbing against the cool obsidian cufflinks.
Their first meeting was indeed a miracle spanning dimensions.
During those initial times, for Secretary Jin in reality, he might have truly just been a shadow infiltrating her dreams, shrouded in mist.
She couldn't see his face clearly, could only rely on intuition and soul resonance to gradually outline his form in her mind.
This [Mist Gentleman] was the materialized product of her imagination.
She knew he was coming to New York to meet her again.
So she specifically sealed this set of clothes here in the "Tang Jin Suite" high above Manhattan, waiting for him to open it.
She hoped he would wear it and step out from the mist once more.
Only this time, it wouldn't be walking into the depths of a dream, but clearly walking before her.
This was probably her unique form of romance.
......
Calming his emotions, he turned his gaze to the other set of clothes in the cabinet.
[Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light].
This was a winter casual outfit of a completely different style.
The entire set had a soft, warm color tone, exuding a clean, pure feeling.
[Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light]: Winter limited outfit, Physique +3, Stamina +3.
Set Composition: Light Gray Overcoat + Mist White Cashmere Sweater + Dark Gray Casual Trousers + Chelsea Boots.
Attached Special Effect: Snowfall Morning Light (When wearing this set, your facial features will become exceptionally clear and soft, your eyes gentle like the first light of dawn, with an ethereal, pure aura)
Limited Special Effect: Dream Boost (Anyone you sincerely embrace will enter stable, sweet dreams for the next three days, eliminating all negative emotions and nightmares)
[Note: In the dream, starlight hangs low, snow falls silently;
you are the morning light she waits for in her long night.]
Eliminate nightmares?
Looking at this special effect, Tang Song's eyes narrowed slightly.
This might refer to Qiuqiu, who had just triggered a reward and was inwardly sensitive and dark.
But thinking about the location where the outfit was stored, and the keyword "dream,"
It was hard not to think of Secretary Jin.
In his view, Secretary Jin was always absolutely perfect.
No matter the time or place, she was always impeccably made up, every hair in place.
She handled financial games involving hundreds of billions as easily as handling a breakfast menu.
Her smile was standard, elegant, flawless, perfectly isolating all weakness, fatigue, and personal emotions beneath her composure.
Could it be... Secretary Jin also had nightmares?
......
18th floor, main living room.
Two tall, graceful figures moved through the space, the clicking of their high heels echoing crisply and ethereally on the floor.
This was a typical Art Deco style luxurious space.
Everywhere exuded the debauchery of the 1920s.
The nearly four-meter high living room featured large areas of marble mosaic flooring, the walls inlaid with gilded geometric lines, flowing with color under warm-toned lighting.
The two stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window next to the Steinway grand piano.
Outside the window was Central Park, known as the "Lungs of Manhattan."
The park at night resembled a slumbering black ocean, gently surrounded by the brilliant lights of the surrounding skyscrapers.
"Luna." Shen Yuyan suddenly turned around, her fingers lightly tracing the cool piano lid, asking seemingly casually, "Was this apartment purchased by President Tang? When did this happen? As far as I know, The Plaza's private residences aren't something you can necessarily buy even with money."
Lin Muxue didn't look at her, but gazed at the night scenery outside the window, a smug smile curling at the corner of her mouth, "Of course. Never use your imagination to measure President Tang's capabilities."
"True." Shen Yuyan nodded, then changed the subject, "However, the top apartments here usually have their own names, like 'The Astor Suite', 'The Windsor Suite'... I think I saw a plaque at the entrance just now, but didn't pay much attention and don't know the specific meaning. Luna, you should be quite knowledgeable about this, right?"
Lin Muxue turned her head, looked at Shen Yuyan's eager eyes, and chuckled lightly.
"Its full name is—【The T.J. Suite】."
"T... J..." Shen Yuyan rolled the two letters on her tongue, her eyes shifting, suddenly half-jokingly probed, "It couldn't be Tang &
Jin, could it?"
Their eyes met, silence lingering for a long time.
Lin Muxue blinked, smiled playfully, and patted Shen Yuyan's butt, "You guess?"
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the wine cabinet, leaving a dashing silhouette.
Heh, trying to fish for information from me?
Dream on!
Think I'm your silly best friend?
Shen Yuyan stood in place, staring at Lin Muxue's flirtatious retreating figure, maintaining composure on the surface, but her mind was racing rapidly.
She knew Luna too well.
That expression, that reaction, was clearly tacit acknowledgment!
T... Tang &
Jin.
Tang Song... indeed had intricate connections with the legendary, mysterious 【Tangjin Family Office】!
Indeed, after all, 【Tangjin】 had a presence behind Rongliu Capital.
Smile Holdings, Director Jin, Ms. Ouyang, Zheng Qiudong, Wu Kezhi...
All these people in Tang Song's social circle were connected to this family office.
Only such a top-tier consortium could possess such privilege in this inch-of-land-is-inch-of-gold Manhattan, even having The Plaza reserve top-floor private naming rights for them.
Judging by the name, Tang Song and this mysterious family office really fit together.
She had even speculated privately before, could the so-called Tang Jin actually be a combination of Tang Song and Director Jin?
But this speculation was quickly extinguished by rationality.
Because it simply didn't make sense.
From a realistic perspective, if that were truly the case, then Tang Yi Precision should also be Tang Song's enterprise.
After all, the "Tang" in Tang Jin came from Tang Yi Precision.
She was all too familiar with the growth histories of these two women, Ouyang Xianyue and Jin Meixiao.
They were idols in her career, business benchmarks she had studied countless times.
One was a top-tier noblewoman from an established family, possessing indescribable political and business resources, backed by a massive family force.
The other was a financial genius from a family of scholars, who was fighting on Wall Street and shorting in London when Tang Song was probably still cramming for college entrance exams.
If Tang Song was the mastermind behind all this.
What would that mean?
It would mean that a freshman at Yanke University, eating in the cafeteria, riding a bicycle, was already secretly manipulating these two women standing at the world's peak?
Had already laid out the vast territories of 【Tang Yi Precision】 and 【Smile Holdings】?
This was simply a fantasy!
It would be like one of Xu Qing's absurd novels coming true.
As an elite who believed in "capital logic" and "class barriers," Shen Yuyan rationally could not accept this possibility.
So, what was the truth?
Shen Yuyan stood by the window, looking at her own reflection in the glass, a face full of confusion and ambition.
She knew she was only one step away from that true inner circle.
And this step might be taken during this trip to New York.
......
"Tap, tap, tap—"
Steady, powerful footsteps sounded from the spiral staircase.
Both turned their heads simultaneously and saw Tang Song slowly descending the stairs.
"President Tang."
Tang Song looked at his two slightly tired female assistants and smiled, "You haven't adjusted to the time difference yet, right? Alright, it's off-duty hours now. Let's call it a night here, go back to your rooms and rest early."
Lin Muxue really couldn't hold back, covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, then obediently nodded, "Okay, thank you for your concern, boss."
She really had been overextending herself these past two days.
First, experiencing emotional highs and lows at the French estate, then receiving gifts and having new functions unlocked, coupled with the fatigue of long-distance travel, once the excitement wore off, sleepiness washed over her like a tide.
Moreover, calculating the days, her period was about to visit soon.
To avoid dropping the ball at this critical moment, she really needed a good night's sleep.
Shen Yuyan bit her lip and strode directly up to Tang Song.
The citrusy scent of her perfume wafted into Tang Song's nostrils, fresh with a hint of allure.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling.
"So, we're free now? Tomorrow is the weekend, so we don't have to work either, right?"
Tang Song smiled, "Yes, you've worked hard. Take a break, you can go shopping on Fifth Avenue."
"Woo—"
Shen Yuyan acted as if she had received a pardon, stretching openly right in front of him.
As her arms stretched, her fitted professional suit tightened, instantly outlining her full bust curve to the fullest, while her waist appeared even more slender.
"So, President Tang, I have a private classmate gathering invitation. I wonder if you'd be interested in gracing us with your presence?"
Tang Song was slightly taken aback, "What do you mean?"
"An old classmate of yours is currently in New York too." Shen Yuyan raised a finger, wiggling it playfully before him, smiling, "And, he happens to be free tomorrow afternoon, said he'd take me to a very interesting cocktail party. But well..."
She paused, her eyes becoming ambiguous.
"I am your... person. If you go, I'll accompany you. If you don't go, I'll turn him down."
Tang Song thought for a moment, a figure appearing in his mind, then said, "Lu Ziming?"
"Bingo!" Shen Yuyan gave a playful wink, smiling brightly, "It's him. So? Old classmates reuniting in a foreign country, want to go see him?"
Tang Song didn't hesitate, nodding, "Sure, of course, no problem."
Lu Ziming was one of his best and most frequently communicating university roommates.
They had kept in touch after graduation.
When he heard Tang Song was returning to Yancheng to work, Lu Ziming was the first to rent his Qingxin Homeland apartment to him at a low price, essentially looking out for him.
It was just that since Lu Ziming was sent on a business trip to New York, their contact had decreased significantly.
In the past month, they had almost lost contact, only seeing a few late-night overtime posts on his social media.
He remembered it was supposed to be a one-month business trip, but it had been over two months and he was still in New York.
Since he was here, he really should meet up.
"Shirley!"
Just then, a voice tinged with obvious displeasure interjected.
Lin Muxue quickly approached, her gaze somewhat sharp as she stared at Shen Yuyan, her tone serious, "This concerns President Tang's schedule safety and time management. Why wasn't this reported to me in advance?"
Shen Yuyan blinked innocently, "Luna, I already said it's off-duty hours. We're alumni, friends, inviting Tang Song to a small private classmate gathering—does that require going through official procedures? Aren't you being a bit too inflexible?"
The corner of Lin Muxue's eye twitched, she was so angry her chest hurt.
Once it involved a "classmate gathering," she, as a non-alumnus, naturally couldn't forcefully insert herself.
This scheming bitch! She deliberately chose this timing to bring it up!
"Alright." Tang Song interjected timely, reached out and patted Lin Muxue's lower back, soothing her, "Xiaoxue, you really have been too tired lately. Get some good sleep at the hotel, adjust to the time difference."
Lin Muxue bit her lip;
although unwilling, she could only nod.
But she didn't immediately step back.
Instead, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes, right in front of Shen Yuyan, hooked her arms around Tang Song's neck, and planted a heavy kiss on his lips.
The sound of lips and teeth intertwining was particularly clear in the quiet living room.
After a long while, the two separated. Lin Muxue nestled in Tang Song's embrace, breathing slightly heavily, and cast a provocative glance at Shen Yuyan, as if declaring sovereignty.
Their eyes met.
Shen Yuyan wasn't angry at all;
instead, she pursed her lips into a light smile.
Under Lin Muxue's stunned gaze, she stepped forward without any reservation, pressing her body tightly against Tang Song's other side.
She looked up and kissed Tang Song's lips, which still carried a moist breath.
Soft jade, warm fragrance, intimately close.
Tang Song's heart jumped.
Two completely different sensations simultaneously pressed against his arm and chest;
two kinds of warm, hurried breaths intertwined at the side of his neck.
He instinctively stretched out his arms, one around each of their waists.
Responding to School Belle Shen's somewhat inexperienced yet exceptionally enthusiastic initiative.
Lin Muxue's body instantly stiffened.
Watching Shen Yuyan, who was so close, kissing Tang Song inextricably, her face turned pale with anger.
Shameless!
This is my turn! How dare you cut in line?!
Moreover, previously Shen Yuyan had always been sneaky with her ambiguous advances, and had never seen her engage so directly for real.
This sudden change in style really caught Empress Muxue off guard.
Just as Shen Yuyan released his lips and hadn't had time to speak yet.
Lin Muxue immediately, unwilling to be outdone, leaned in again, once more blocking Tang Song's mouth.
This time, it was more forceful than before, as if trying to completely cover up the breath Shen Yuyan had left behind.
Shen Yuyan's throat moved. Looking at the scene before her, her rationality returned slightly, feeling she had been too impulsive just now, actually openly competing for favor in such a setting.
She subconsciously wanted to take half a step back, to create a bit of safe distance.
However, the strength of that arm around her waist was astonishingly strong, like iron pliers, making it impossible for her to move.
Her face flushed bright red instantly, her heart pounding like thunder.
When Lin Muxue finally separated, panting heavily.
Tang Song did not stop.
He turned his head and actively leaned closer.
Shen Yuyan let out a low gasp, her eyes instantly widening.
But she didn't dare push him away, could only passively endure it like this.
And so, against the magnificent arched floor-to-ceiling window, set against the deep night scenery of Central Park and the dazzling lights of Fifth Avenue.
Tang Song, with one arm around each, held his two assistants of contrasting styles.
Kiss, separate, kiss again, separate again...
The air was filled with the interwoven breathing sounds of the three people.
Tang Song's first night in New York could be said to be lively, even somewhat oxygen-deprived.
......
US Eastern Time, December 17, 2023, Sunday.
Early morning, 06:00.
Secretary Jin abruptly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.
A layer of fine cold sweat seeped from her temples, her chest heaved violently, her pajamas slightly dampened by sweat.
Her thoughts gradually broke free from that heart-palpitating dream.
After a long time.
"Click," the bedside lamp was turned on.
She extended her slender, pale fingers, picked up the dark blue-covered "The Interpretation of Dreams" from beside her pillow, and skillfully flipped to a certain page.
Muttering the words on it softly:
"Anxiety dreams are often alarms sounded when overly intense sexual psychology or emotional desires are about to break through the critical point of reality suppression."
Secretary Jin's fingers gently rubbed over the three words "critical point."
She curled the corner of her lips self-deprecatingly.
So, I've reached the point where I can no longer wait?
"Tang Song—"
She closed the book, looked out the window at the Manhattan skyline that wasn't fully lit yet.
Got up, calmly took off her clothes, changed into professional workout attire, and went to the private fitness area.
Pilates reformer, yoga mat, treadmill...
As she engaged in high-intensity exercise, sweat slid down her long neck, past her delicate collarbones, and into the cleavage of her chest.
Her movements were standard and rhythmic, her lines tight and full of beauty.
The restless emotions within her finally gradually calmed;
she had found her rational self again.
....
A little past seven in the morning.
After showering, Secretary Jin changed into a sharply tailored dark blue velvet suit dress in the walk-in closet and walked out of the bedroom.
"Director Jin."
In the living room, Shangguan Qiuyas had been waiting for some time, holding a tablet, slightly bowing.
Secretary Jin sat on the sofa, accepting the black coffee handed by the maid.
Shangguan Qiuyas reported in a low voice, "Just now, 20 minutes ago, the winning female fan from Su Yu's lottery has been selected. According to the information we found, it's Cheng Qiuqiu from 【Songmei Apparel】, also the girl President Tang specifically arranged help for last time in Rongcheng. Miss Su Yu even specially went to her home to see her and Yao Lingling during her time in Yancheng."
As she spoke, she handed over the tablet.
It contained detailed information and photos.
Secretary Jin took it, looked at the photo of the girl, her eyes shifting thoughtfully.
Shangguan Qiuyas continued her report, "Additionally, according to news from Jiayi. Last night, President Tang stayed in the 【Tang Jin Suite】, while Assistant Lin and Assistant Shen stayed in the executive suites on the 15th floor of The Plaza Hotel. They only stayed on the 18th floor for half an hour."
A slight smile lifted the corner of Secretary Jin's mouth, "I know."
Then, she put down her coffee cup, stood up, and asked somewhat abruptly, "Shangguan, what do you think of me wearing this outfit tomorrow?"
Shangguan Qiuyas was stunned for a moment, not expecting Director Jin to ask such a question.
She immediately scrutinized carefully and praised sincerely, "Absolutely perfect, Director Jin. This dark blue really complements your skin tone, looks very dignified, very solemn, very authoritative."
Secretary Jin's brows slightly furrowed, her clear, spirited eyes instantly becoming profound, her tone carrying some danger, "Solemn? Are you saying I'm dressed too old? Or are you sarcastically referring to my age?"
"Ah?!" Shangguan Qiuyas's expression froze, her survival instinct instantly skyrocketing, immediately correcting herself, "No, no, no! That's not what I meant! Your figure is so good, this fitted velvet material makes you look very sexy, very charming!"
"You're saying I'm dressed too frivolously? I'm going to attend a serious shareholders' meeting, not walk the red carpet." Secretary Jin coldly retorted.
Shangguan Qiuyas: "..."
Is this what a woman in love is like?
She's literally ten thousand times harder to deal with than the greediest vampires on Wall Street!
Looking at her boss's face, which was clearly written with "I'm not satisfied."
Shangguan Qiuyas could only brace herself and tentatively suggested, "How about... you try changing into a few more sets? Perhaps find styles that both show presence and have a bit of design sense and youthful elements?"
"Good." Unexpectedly, Secretary Jin actually nodded, "This task is assigned to you. Go pick out 5 sets for me."
Shangguan Qiuyas shivered, took a deep breath, "...Yes."
(T_T)
"Also, I'm checking into The Plaza's Queen Suite this afternoon. Book the best beautician for me tonight;
I want a full set of deep skincare this afternoon. Especially eye care and hydration. New York winters are too dry;
I don't want any trace of dry lines on my face tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll go arrange it right away." Shangguan Qiuyas was about to turn.
"Wait." Secretary Jin suddenly stopped her, her voice low and serious, "Additionally, formally notify shareholder representative Mr. Tang Song that tomorrow at 8 AM, please ask him to come to my suite to see me."
Shangguan Qiuyas: ( _ )?!
Secretary Jin turned gracefully, her gaze directed towards The Plaza Hotel with its green spire outside the window.
"Since it's his first time attending the global shareholders' meeting of 【Smile Holdings】, and the meeting agenda has been temporarily extended, to ensure everything goes perfectly, I need to conduct a strategic alignment with him before entering the venue."