I mistakenly sent a proposal full of emoticons to the company's main group. It was too late to withdraw. After three minutes of dead silence in the group, an @ from the president's office popped up: "Come to my office." The entire screen was filled with "candles" from colleagues. I pushed the door open as if I was dead, only to see the company's famous iceberg director sitting there, tapping the butt-twisting panda expression on my proposal with his fingertips: "Explain it."... Later, he blocked me in the tea room, and his breath brushed the tip of my ear: "Send my version privately, is this the same style?"
