It was a little past three on Friday afternoon.
The CEO Office of Xuanji Light Realm was unusually quiet for a brief moment.
Less than twenty-four hours remained before the team set off for Barcelona tomorrow.
They had held three meetings back-to-back that morning, then spent the afternoon handling another round of media briefings and final confirmations for the exhibition presentation process. Everyone was holding their last breath as they pushed ahead, and the entire office was permeated with the tense, focused atmosphere of a team on the verge of battle.
A faint aroma of freshly ground coffee drifted through the pantry.
"Secretary Jin, making coffee for Mr. Tang again?"
"Mm. Mr. Tang still has several media Q&As to review tonight. He needs something to keep him alert."
"Secretary Jin, I just sent the latest foreign media materials to your email."
"Got it. I'll look at them shortly. If there are any issues, I'll update you before five."
Secretary Jin carried the tray down the corridor with poised elegance.
"Click."
The heavy solid-wood door was gently pushed open, then closed again.
Tang Song leaned against the chair back, his head lowered as he read through an interview outline.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, Shencheng's afternoon sky was bright, and the distant sea shimmered with a calm silver-blue beneath the slanting sunlight.
"Mr. Tang, your coffee. It's just the right temperature."
Secretary Jin approached and gently set the tray beside the desk.
Tang Song looked up. His gaze passed over the document and landed on her meek little-secretary demeanor, a knowing smile flickering in his eyes. "Thanks for your hard work."
"It's no trouble to serve you."
Secretary Jin picked up the fragrant cup of coffee, leaning forward slightly as she prepared to hand it to him.
And at that very instant—