Xi Corporation's Headquarters, 13:10;
Rong Xinghe bit into the Black Bean & Veggie Burrito Wrap she'd ordered for herself in the cafeteria, speaking animatedly with Jang Woo-Jin. The place was mostly empty, the few remaining groups winding down their lunches.
When she'd stepped in, the sound of gasps had rippled through the room. Chews had stopped mid-bite, eyes had widened. Women admired her outfit, her posture, the quiet command in her presence. Men stared—not with leers, not with crude comments—but with an almost stunned awe at her sheer beauty.
She had to give this one to Xi Yuan.
Here, no one ogled. No one whispered. No one made her feel unsafe. Not the men, not the women.
The rules and guidelines must have been terrifyingly strict—or the hiring process meticulous enough to weed out any potential creep. Either way, it was a safe and productive environment for every individual.
No one had made her feel uncomfortable here.
Well… not intentionally.
