Dust on the Bian River

Si Kou Kasha stared at the code flickering on her screen, her temples throbbing. At three in the morning, hers was the only row of desks in the office still lit. The cold white light reflected in her bloodshot eyes like a thin sheet of ice. “Director Kasha, the client rejected the homepage design for Splendid Pavilion again.” Intern Xiao Lin stood timidly beside her desk, clutching a laptop. Her voice was hoarse from staying up all night.