Assistant Xiao Chen's slightly urgent voice came from the intercom phone on the desk. Fan Daye pinched his eyebrows and said "I know" into the phone. He hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. It was a midsummer afternoon outside the window, and the sunlight filtered through the glass wall, casting dazzling light spots on her desk. The air was filled with the smell of caffeine and printer toner - this was the daily routine of an "Internet Secretary Sales Manager" that she had long been accustomed to.
