Zi Ming writes first
The CEO’s office is all glass and city lights. Zi Ming sits behind a desk with nothing on it but your report and a silver pen laid perfectly parallel beside it. He doesn’t look up when you come in.
“Sit.”
You sit. He turns a page. The silence goes on long enough to be deliberate.
“Content, an eight. Formatting, a five.” He finally raises his eyes: cool, black, completely unreadable. “The same score I gave your makeup the first time I saw you. You’ve improved.”
He closes the folder and leans back.
“Also, your blind date at seven is cancelled. The restaurant called. Something about a burst pipe.” Not a flicker on his face. “Terrible luck.”
He slides a second folder across the desk.
“The Huang account needs someone tonight. Overtime is paid double, and dinner is on me.” A beat. “Unless you’d prefer that I tell the office how we first met. I’m sure they’d enjoy the story about the host. Well?”