At seven o'clock in the morning, the city has not yet fully woken up. The gray-blue skylight presses against the glass curtain wall of the "Huanyu Technology" headquarters building, reflecting a sheen like cold iron.
Lin Wan stood at the door of the building dragging the suitcase with edging edges. When the wheels ran over the joints of the floor tiles, they made a slight clicking sound, like a countdown.
She was wearing the cheapest commuter suit, her collar was washed white, and her nails were trimmed to the point of being bald—without a trace of extra presence.
But her eyes didn't look like a newcomer.
Calm and precise, like a knife hidden under the cloth.
She remembered too clearly the words her mother wrote in her diary before she died: "Don't let any details become a reason to be criticized."
And today, she would take the initiative to create a "thorn" that they could not avoid.
In the induction training hall, Chen Guodong, senior director of HR, was standing in the center of the podium with a neat suit and a warm smile.
His movement of raising his hand to adjust his cufflinks was so graceful that it was almost a performance - a silver-gray eagle-shaped metal, glowing coldly under the light.
