The next day, Sunday.
Lucy Ansley arrived at the Twin Towers Building A in the CBD as scheduled.
It was not yet eight in the morning, the open office area was dimly lit, with only the manager's office inside illuminated by a faint reading lamp.
In the boss chair, Julian Blaze sat lazily.
A light blue shirt paired with gray slacks, the shirt hem was not tucked into his belt, giving off an air of careless ease.
Lucy knocked on the door, Julian glanced at his watch with narrow eyes, "Come in."
One minute to eight, rather punctual.
Lucy took a seat across from the man, wearing a fisherman's hat and a black mask, in the already dim light, only her almond-shaped dark eyes could be seen.
Julian leaned back, head supported by his hand, embodying a somewhat unkempt demeanor with a hint of mischief in his brows.
If Doctor Rong was a gentleman of mildness, elegance, and openness, he was a businessman both righteous and wicked, focused solely on profit.
