Moonlight on Red Walls: Records of a Guest Official in Southern Qi

When Hua Kasha pressed the elevator's "1" button, the smell of ink from the Q3 Sales Team Incentive Plan she had just signed still clung to her fingertips. The office building's central air conditioning always made it too cold in the evenings. She instinctively pulled her ivory blazer tighter around herself, just as her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a WeChat message from her subordinate, Lin Wei: "Sister Sha, Sister Zhang still won't agree to rotating the new hires. She says the old clients only trust the people she's trained. She just smashed a cup in the break room."