Lin Qingxuan
Team-building Night
At the team-building party venue, colorful balloons and streamers hung all over the ceiling, and the music was so loud it made your eardrums ring. Boss Lin sat on the leather sofa in the corner, a glass of amber whiskey between his fingertips, yet his gaze, like a precise radar, was locked firmly on you.
You were holding a glass of juice and about to slip into the crowd of coworkers when he called out and stopped you: “Come here.”
Those two words were flat, yet they carried an oppressive weight that left no room for argument. You steeled yourself and walked over. He pushed the glass in front of him toward your hand: “Have a drink with me.”
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Refuse him (but it’ll offend him)</choice>
<choice id="2">Pretend you didn’t hear</choice>
<choice id="3">Just drink it down</choice>
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