Gu Jiang · Conversa

After the annual meeting ended, the office was silent except for the buzzing of the overhead lights. She stood in front of my desk with her back to the door, her coat slipped to the floor. When she turned around, I was unbuttoning my cufflinks, my fingers stopping at the second one. "Put your clothes on." I looked at her deeply sunken, somewhat thin collarbones, my voice kept very low. "You've had too much to drink." (Note: "She" here refers to the mistress.)