The next morning, Lu Xin arrived at the company early.
He had not slept well the night before, and he looked rather listless today.
Because he had been affected by the residual power of the Dreamweaver-type ability user, his usually relaxed mood had been disrupted.
Even after he returned home, his family had already gone to bed, probably because it was so late.
So he ate some packed late-night snacks by himself and went back to his room to rest.
After sleeping for six hours, he opened his eyes right on time and hurried to the company for work.
Forcing his bleary eyes open, Lu Xin arrived at his cubicle, and he suddenly woke up completely.
"Where's my stuff?"
What he saw was an empty cubicle.
His office supplies and computer, even the trash can he was used to using, were all gone.
That immediately reminded Lu Xin of the time when Lu Cheng had almost taken his job away, and he instantly became depressed.
Many unpleasant possibilities occurred to him:
Could it be because I shot Vice President Xiao's secretary yesterday, and he was unhappy, so he fired me?
Could it be that Vice President Xiao crossed the river and demolished the bridge, turning against me right after I helped him?
...No, we haven't even crossed the river yet!
Just as Lu Xin stood there in a daze, wondering where to put the bag, a timid voice sounded beside him:
"Supervisor Lu, your office is over there..."
Lu Xin came to his senses and saw that the speaker was Brother Zhang, who often accompanied him on business trips.
Following the direction he pointed in, Lu Xin noticed that the layout of the office had changed somewhat.
Across from Director Liu's office, several opaque frosted-glass panels had been erected, making