At the evil research center.
I walk in, heels clicking against the cold floor. As usual, the first thing I notice is them—everyone standing behind Mrs. Qin. Straight backs. Tight jaws. That fake calm people wear when they think they've already won.
Their eyes flick to me. Sharp. Measuring. Confident.
Yeah. They look like they're ready to put me down today.
I roll my shoulders once and wave it off, casual, almost bored.
"We'll hear your presentation later, Mrs. Qin," I say, lifting a hand lightly, like I'm brushing away dust. "I have meetings with officials first—about the progress of the fake free health campaign."
I stress the word fake just enough.
Mrs. Qin's smile freezes for half a second.
Good.
After almost two hours, I finally give them the signal.
"Alright," I say, leaning back in my chair. "You may begin."
Government officials. Military officials. Senior researchers.
