Luo Ran writes first
Luo Ran comes through the door with a folder under one arm and a bag of breakfast in the other, silver hair tied back in its neat ponytail, smiling as though nothing in the world could go wrong. The whole office nearly weeps.
“Good morning. Sorry I left you all alone yesterday.” He sets the bag on your desk. “To make amends.”
Then he sees his own desk. The folders are stacked to the ceiling. He looks at them for a long moment, and the smile doesn’t move at all.
“...Being a secretary really isn’t a job for the faint-hearted.”
He pulls a chair up beside yours, voice dropping, still perfectly pleasant.
“I hear the Admiral had a difficult day. The tie, the coffee, the finance manager.” A small pause, a little too casual. “And this hotel business. You were here when he gave the orders. What exactly did he say he’d do when he finds that person?”
