The cold breeze of the morning wasn't enough to stop the people from moving in a hurry.

Some are holding their cell phones as they try to grab a cab while others are running under their breath, holding tightly their cup of coffee.

This is not because of the holiday season that has begun but the kind of city itself. M City is always a bustling place.

This is the same scenario every morning since there are lots of people working in this city. You can find here some of the giant broadcasting corporations with other branded companies. You can also see five-star hotels, restaurants, and super malls.

Who would not want to live in a place where you can be paid generously and live luxuriously?

But what makes the day unusual is the woman sitting leisurely on the steel bench in the waiting shed in front of the L-Diamond Broadcasting Corporation.

Lynn Hsu is holding her cell phone while her both thumbs pressing the screen and moving it left to the right at the same time.

She's too engrossed that she couldn't even hear the honk of the cars, the holiday songs, and the noise coming from the people around her.

The teenage boy beside her couldn't help himself to watch her professional skilled thumbs winning the racing car game-app for three rounds successively.

Stars are flashing on her phone screen when she suddenly asked the boy a nerve-wracking question.

"What's the time already?"

It was for the boy not until she casually asked without looking at him.

"Seven-thirty."the boy replied obediently.

She then looked at him without special reason.

"Ow, I'm late."she remarked and smiled at him.

The boy was not quite sure if the woman was in panic and she's just hiding this from him. He looked away subconsciously, eyeing a cab that had just stopped in front of them.

He stood up and walked towards it, but he stopped abruptly, he looked back at her.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the cab already."she said, motioning the student.

The boy was hesitant while switching his eyes from her to the cab.

She smirked, "I'm good. Moreover, I'm working in that company."she said as she pointed out the tall building across the road.

The boy scratched his head and blinked his eyes twice until he finally rushed to get in the cab.

While she played the game again until she decided to cross the road and walk in the company at last.

"You're late again." her superior welcomed her with displease expression as she entered their office.

She shrugged and stared back at her superior dauntlessly.

Her superior was about to approach her, but Meng had already held her hand, one of her co-workers and her friend.

"Miss Fei, Director Yang asked us to assist her crew in putting up the props in his film set."

She then looked at Meng, "what?" she mouthed, arching her brow.

But Meng ignored her and smiled at their superior forcibly.

"We'll be right back, Miss Fei."and pulled her away.

"You know Lynn, you really want to be fired from your job." Meng said as they made their way to the storage room.

"If they want to fire me, so be it."she's unbothered about it.

Anyway, it's not new to her anymore. She always gets fired, thanks to her father and his influence.

That's why, she wonders why she has not yet been fired from the company. Usually, her superiors removed her immediately.

She stopped and faced Meng.

"And that Fei? Her blood boils on me because she's insecure."

"How can you say that she's insecure with you?" Meng asked her with curiosity in her eyes.

"Because I'm sexier than her." she proudly spoke.

They both grinned at each other, and they continued their walk to the storage room.

After they get the things they need for Director Yang's show, they immediately proceeded to its filming location.

They helped in organizing the set, and it took them three hours to put up the set props.

So before they went back to their office, they decided to have a snack and rest their body first.

"Let's ease up our body on the rooftop."she suggested after they bought their ice coffee.

They were climbing the stairs to the rooftop when Meng suddenly asked her.

"I wonder, how does it feel to be part of a production team?"

"Work hard if you want to experience how it feels of being a part of a production team."she nagged as if she's doing her job properly.

"How about you? You are not interested in this job, or you are just suppressing yourself because of your Dad?"

She smirked at what her friend had stated.

She pushed the glass doorway as they reached the front of it. She entered first, then Meng followed her.

She walked directly towards the railings of the rooftop.

"Meng, I work here to make a living only."she affirmed to end their conversation about it.

But Meng looked at her, scrutinizing her as if she's not telling the truth.

"You know Lynn, we've been friends for five years. And I know why you were always indifferent to your previous jobs."

She looked away, trying not to be affected by Meng.

"I know you started to like this job."

She smirked and shook her head, persistently rejecting the observation of her friend.

"You're not an exemplary employee to your superiors, but you're devoted and passionate once you stepped on the film set."

She looked down on her ice coffee.

"If what you said is true, it will not still change anything. Maybe my father is only waiting for the New Year to remove me from this company."she answered nonchalantly, then she leaned on the railings.

She keeps running away, yet she's always under her father's hand at the end.

The atmosphere between them grew awkward that they didn't even notice the presence of the two men, just two meters away from them.

"Um, have you read the event on the notice board?"Meng tried to break the silence between them.

"Which one?" She asked, then she took a sip from her ice coffee.

"The company will hold a raffle event as a New Year's gift to us."she straightened her back as soon as she heard this, for it sounds interesting to her.

"I read on the notice board that whoever is drawn, she will date Clyde Wang. And mind you, for three days until New Year's eve."

She stared at Meng for a brief moment.

"Clyde Wang?"