Xiao Yu pressed the USB drive hard into his laptop. The screen's glow illuminated the bloodshot veins in his eyes. This was the third time this week he'd had to clean up after Zhao Wei's "achievement." The printer kept spitting out pages, each one bearing only Zhao Wei's name, with not a word about the revisions Xiao Yu had worked on for three sleepless nights.
His phone vibrated on the corner of the desk. It was a WeChat message from Zhao Wei: "I've looked over the proposal. If there are no problems, just send it to me. By the way, I'll have my assistant confirm the specialist appointment for your mom's follow-up next week. That is, as long as there aren't any 'accidents,' like someone suddenly wanting to 'set the record straight' about who deserves the credit."
Xiao Yu's fingertips dug into his palm. A medical report peeked out from the gap in the drawer, and the doctor's note, "Recommend bypass surgery as soon as possible," stung his eyes. He opened the file transfer window and left the cursor hovering over the Send button for a long time. In the end, he clicked it. The office was left with only the printer's hum, so much like the pounding of his heart whenever he tried to fight back, only to be dragged down again by his mother's illness.
