In the brightly lit, simply furnished office, Jiang Che glanced up from her mountain of work as Zhou Chen pushed open the door.
"What is it?"
"I'm here for my shift," Zhou Chen replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"..."
Jiang Che's hands froze mid-type. As if she'd heard something utterly unbelievable, she stared at Zhou Chen suspiciously, sizing him up for a few seconds. "What do you want?"
"Whoa, I come in for a normal shift, and you think I'm up to something?" Zhou Chen's eyes bulged as he proclaimed, "Where's the trust? What happened to our trust?"
Jiang Che rested her left elbow on her chair's armrest and rubbed her temples, looking vexed. "Would a person like you, who slacks off for seven and a half hours of every eight-hour workday, actually show up voluntarily? Besides, you're on a mission. You don't need to be working."
