A Workingman's Footsteps

To be honest, when I barged into Blue Tear Fashion House that day, I didn’t have any particular purpose or, you could say, ulterior motive. Looking back now, I still can’t figure out whether that day was the darkest or brightest day of my life. That day, I was the general manager’s special assistant, filling in for our company’s general manager, who was also my dad, to close a deal with a Hong Kong businessman at a hotel. Once the contract was signed, I left the hotel and checked my watch, only to realize I was already late for...