At exactly five o'clock, Yanchen closed the file he'd been reviewing and stood. Outside his office window, the sun had already dipped low, washing the buildings in gold.
He didn't linger. Jacket on, phone by his side, he walked out without a word to the assistants still tidying up for the day.
Downstairs, the black sedan waited where it always did. Mr. Wei stepped forward the moment the building doors parted, opening the rear door with a slight nod.
Yanchen slid into the seat, then said "Take me to Nanxu Street. There's a flower shop near Xingyuan Lane."
Mr. Wei didn't ask questions he simply returned to the driver's seat and merged quietly into the slow-moving traffic.
The city at dusk passed by in a blur of lights and people, office workers filing out of glass buildings, corner stalls opening for the evening rush.
Yanchen leaned his elbow against the door, fingers grazing his lower lip as his gaze rested blankly on the view.
