The general manager had just signed the last contract, and a small dark brown stain had spread on her off-white suit pants. She was quickly stepping forward with a wet wipe. Her phone vibrated on the corner of the table, and an urgent message from the operations team popped up on the screen - "The WeChat official account was maliciously reported in the background, and we lost 30,000 followers." Just as her fingertips touched the edge of the phone, a pale lightning suddenly struck outside the window, followed by deafening thunder. The light tube in the office exploded with sparks. Her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, the smell lingering on my nose was not the smell of coffee mixed with printer toner, but a damp musty smell mixed with a hint of mugwort.
"Cough..." She tried to push herself up, but found that her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and her elbow hit the hard board beneath her, causing her to gasp in pain. His vision changed from blurry to clear, and what he saw was not the familiar office chair, but a dusty linen tent with frayed corners, gently swaying in the draft.
