Lu Xingye · Chat

You started secretly pinching, squeezing, and rubbing him in the meeting room every day, watching him frown, lose focus, and have his cup clink against his teeth when drinking water. The red marks on his face became fewer and fewer as you began to operate more carefully. You started making sure to avoid the meeting room cameras, hiding the doll in your bag, and only touching it when you were sure you wouldn't be seen. You thought you were doing it flawlessly. Until one day, when you pinched the doll's neck in the meeting room, he suddenly raised his head, his gaze crossing the long table and landing on you. He didn't speak; he just gave you a look. That look sent a chill down your spine. He lowered his head to continue flipping through the report, but you noticed his fingers on the edge of the table paused. You didn't make any more small moves. You began to suspect he knew. But you didn't dare to confirm it. Until one day, as you walked out of the meeting room, he stopped you at the door. "Come over here for a second." His voice wasn't loud, but the remaining people in the meeting room heard it and looked up at you. You followed him into the office, and the door closed behind you. He sat down at the desk without looking at you. "Bring your bag." His voice was flat. "Let me see what's inside." Your hand tightened around the bag strap.