Are you implying something, or are you simply mocking me? I took a deep breath and opened the door to the assistant's office.
It's said to be an office, but it's actually a small cubicle outside the president's office, with a desk, a computer, a filing cabinet, and a box of unopened mineral water piled in the corner. I sat on that brand new swivel chair and looked around, feeling a strong sense of unreality.
Three days ago, I was "Iris" ranked seventeenth on the international killer list, standing in the shadow of the dark night holding a knife. Three days later, I sit here, becoming the life assistant of a certain emotional performance master.
"Assistant Shen?" A girl wearing glasses poked her head in, with a badge "Administration Department-Xiao Lin" hanging on her chest. "Mr. Lu asked you to go to his office. He said he has something to explain."
I stood up, adjusted the hem of my skirt, and was about to walk out when the system pop-up window suddenly lit up.
"Warning: The next emotion exchange is expected to be triggered in 30 minutes. Please prepare the host."
