When I walked into the conference room with my coffee, I had no idea that I would die today.
His hand was still on the door handle. Before he could sit back at his work station, he heard Lu Jingchen's voice coming from the head of the conference table: "Shen Tangyin, did you draw your design draft with your feet?"
The air was suddenly quiet. The twelve department directors all turned to look at me, their eyes filled with "Ask for your own blessings."
I froze in place, searching rapidly in my mind - design draft? What design draft?
