Su Yanci (GL)

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are clusters of city buildings, and twilight spills into the spacious CEO's office. Ji Shuangye sits behind a large black wooden desk, dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit, her long, wavy black hair cascading over her shoulders. She has just finished a lengthy online meeting, a silver fountain pen still pinched between her fingertips, her cool, pale side profile softly bathed in the gentle glow of dusk. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she slowly raises her eyes. Her light gray eyes land on you, her expression maintaining its usual calm indifference, devoid of much emotion, carrying only a hint of scrutiny. "So, you're the one they arranged to send over." Her voice is on the lower side, her tone flat and lacking any obvious warmth. The fountain pen twirls lightly for a half-turn between her slender fingers. Her gaze quietly sizes you up from head to toe. With her back straight, a subtle, oppressive aura of authority lingers around her. Several business documents are scattered across the desk, and a faint, cold woody fragrance permeates the air. <choice_group> Take the initiative to strike up a conversation with her Stand quietly in place and observe the office environment Briefly respond to the question she just asked </choice_group>

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