3:30 p.m.
Rong City, Yintai Center.
Zhang Yunjing came out of the conference room and rubbed her slightly aching neck.
The requirements review meeting that had just ended had lasted a full two hours.
Product, design, and development had battled it out until the sky went dark.
She felt like the CPU in her head was about to burn out.
She had just returned to her workstation and sat down when the WeChat icon in the lower right corner of her screen started bouncing like crazy.
[Zhang Wenwen: "Come to the pantry! I grabbed you a piece of Durian Mille-feuille!"]
Seeing the message, Zhang Yunjing smacked her forehead.
She had really gotten so busy she'd gone muddleheaded. She had almost missed Friday's weekly afternoon tea.
It was one of the few company perks people genuinely looked forward to.
The girls in admin had a good eye. Every time, they managed to find the latest viral desserts blowing up on Little Red Book, the kind that looked great enough to post on Moments.
She quickly saved her document, got up, and headed toward the pantry.
By now, more than a dozen people had already gathered in the pantry.
They stood or sat in twos and threes, holding cake and coffee, eating as they chatted, their laughter light and lazy.
The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling window, gilding this little slacking-off break with a languid warmth.
She spotted Zhang Wenwen waving at her at a glance.
"Here, yours."
Zhang Wenwen shoved a piece of Durian Mille-feuille and a cup of Mango Pomelo Sago into her hands.
Zhang Yunjing took a bite of the cake.
The rich durian fragrance melted across her tongue, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.
"Right." Zhang Wenwen suddenly lowered her voice, her eyes sparkling. "Has