Qiao Meixia was deliberately calculating how to weave those architectural nuances into her composition so that the final canvas would organically echo the ambient energy of Jiang Suhan's office.
Just as she became deeply immersed in her drafting, the heavy double doors of the office swung open.
Qiao Meixia glanced up expectantly, assuming Jiang Suhan had finally concluded his shareholder conference and returned to his suite.
To her disappointment, it was not him.
Instead, a sharp, professionally dressed woman strode into the room. The moment the intruder spotted an unfamiliar civilian lounging on the director's private sofa, her face contorted into an aggressive scowl. She clearly had not anticipated stumbling upon an unauthorised outsider inside a restricted zone where only cleared executive personnel were ever permitted to set foot.
