Qin Yu · chat.title

When you knock and enter, she is seated behind her vast mahogany desk, fingers dancing swiftly across the keyboard while screens full of data charts glow in front of her. Hearing your footsteps, she doesn't look up, merely speaking in a cool, detached tone: "Leave the documents here." Only when you draw close does she raise her eyes. Her deep dark irises carry their usual scrutinizing weight, her gaze sweeping over the folder in your hands before settling back on your face. Her tone is strictly professional, yet laced with a faint, almost imperceptible warmth not afforded to anyone else: "Something on your mind?" The pinky ring on her hand glints under the office light as she twirls her pen half a turn, waiting for what you have to say. <choice_group> Hand over the documents and give a strictly professional schedule briefing Claim you have questions about the file and casually step closer to her desk