The moment Ethan and Li Na re-entered the boardroom, the air shifted palpably.
From her seat at the other end, she watched Ethan glide past with the ghost-like efficiency that made her want to shatter something ceramic over his perfect haircut. He didn't look at her — of course he didn't. He never did when it mattered.
Ethan was moving efficiently, rounding the far side of the table, his footsteps soundless on the imported wood flooring. He took his place just behind Lu Jianjun's chair, the silent sentinel at his boss's back while casting a wary glance at Emily, who sat radiating displeasure.
Li Na, however, lingered a few step away from Lu Jianjun's empty chair, near the wall, subtly shifting her weight from one foot to another—her telltale sign of discomfort.
