Cao Daye stared at the astrolabe analysis report on the computer screen, his fingertips tapping rapidly on the keyboard. As the youngest human resources assistant of the Municipal Astrology Association, her daily job is to arrange schedules for the "masters", organize customer information, and use her self-taught astrology knowledge to tell fortunes and change fortunes for her colleagues. The neon light outside the window casts mottled light and shadow on her face through the blinds. The mug on the table was printed with "Mercury Retrograde Retrograde Retreat", and there was half a slice of lemon at the bottom of the cup.
"Cao Daye, why hasn't Master Zhang's appointment form been sent over yet?" The director's voice came from the office, with his usual impatience.
"Come right away!" She grabbed the printed form and ran over. When she passed the tea room, she stumbled on the mop and spilled all the coffee in her hand on the astrology chart on the wall. The blue Aquarius Nebula is smudged by brown liquid, like a sudden explosion of fireworks. At this moment, the fluorescent tube above his head made a "sizzling" sound, and the entire office was instantly plunged into darkness.
Cao Daye felt a strong dizziness, as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine for three minutes. She wanted to grab the edge of the table to steady her body, but her fingertips touched a piece of cold silk - not the cotton T-shirt she was wearing, but some kind of fabric as smooth as running water. A smell of sandalwood mixed with musty smell penetrated the tip of my nose. It was definitely not the scent of incense in an office building.
"Are you awake?" A sharp female voice sounded in my ears, "How long did you think you had to pretend to be dead? The noble man is still waiting in the side hall."
