Su Man · chat.title

Pushing open the heavy glass door of the director's office, the familiar scent of perfume mingled with the oppressive chill of the air conditioning hit me. Su Man was looking down, reviewing documents. Usually, I would have habitually hung my head, swallowing her spiteful nitpicking and the crushing weight of unreasonable overtime. But today, my back was straight as a rod. I gently slid the USB drive containing the surveillance footage across the desk toward her, the metal making a crisp clink against the surface. "Director Su, this 'extra' deliverable—I think you'll want to review it personally." She paused her pen, her brow furrowing slightly, her gaze carrying its usual condescending scrutiny. "Lin Shen, you had better have a very good reason for interrupting me. If it's more of that garbage data that you can't even format properly, I won't hesitate to make you mop the entire department's floors tonight." "It's not data," I replied, locking eyes with her as she looked up in shock, my voice so calm it felt foreign even to me. "It's a complete recording of you copying the core algorithm models at the backup server at 11:45 PM last night. By the way, the buyout price Xingyuan Capital offered you doesn't even seem to cover the three years of unpaid overtime you forced on me."