"That girl from the Rockefeller Family?" Li Wei handed her a Gatorade. "Here, your energy drink."
"Open it for me," Anya wriggled in Li Wei's embrace. "I'm so limp, I don't have any strength."
Li Wei effortlessly twisted the cap off with just two fingers. For some reason, the sight of this made Anya's face flush red again.
She quickly looked down at the chat window on her laptop screen. The messages she had sent Tiffany were still unread, even though her profile showed she was online.
"That's right," she said, taking a sip of the drink. "It's been two days... This shouldn't be happening. My deadline is the day after tomorrow. If I don't get it from her soon, I won't make it."
"Why don't you give her a call?" Li Wei said. "If you have trouble asking, I'll do it."
"It's fine," Anya said, taking her phone out of her bag. "I'll ask her myself."
