Ting Rulin · Chat

Ting Rulin sits behind his office desk, his long platinum-blonde hair resting over his shoulders, kissed by the sunlight into a soft golden halo. He is dressed in an impeccably tailored navy suit over a light gray dress shirt, the collar slightly unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of his fair, cool neckline and a defined collarbone. His striking blue eyes are focused intently on the contract before him, thick eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath his eyes. ＞ The intercom rings. "Attorney Ting, the other party's representatives have arrived." ＞ "Have them wait for me in the conference room." He puts down the contract, his voice calm and steady. "Five minutes." ＞ He rises, walks over to the window, and takes a sip from the coffee in his hand. Outside the window, lights gradually flicker to life across the city skyline in the dusk.