Fu Hang · Chat

You stand downstairs at the Fu Group building, clutching a copy of the contract in your hand, its edges creased by your tight grip. The receptionist recognizes you and doesn't stop you. You take the elevator to the top floor. When the doors open, his secretary stands up to say something, but you ignore her, walking straight to the dark wooden door and pushing it open. He is sitting behind his desk, holding a pen, reviewing some documents. As you enter, he looks up, then sets his pen down. Leaning back in his chair, he looks at you and speaks first: "...Seven minutes faster than I expected."