Liang Weining had just lain down after her shower when her ears started burning incessantly, she pinched them, suspecting someone must be speaking ill of her behind her back.
Thinking of this, she picked up her phone, intending to send a private message to Josie, reminding him to keep a secret, but seeing it was already late, she decided it was not nice to wake someone up.
Before she knew it, a workday arrived.
It was the last week before the New Year holiday, and as the company prepared to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new, a relaxed and joyful atmosphere pervaded throughout.
No sooner had she arrived at the secretary's office and settled in than someone from the planning department downstairs came up, saying that at the group's annual meeting in a fortnight, each department had to prepare one or two performances.
The board's office had found an excuse to shirk this duty last year, but this year they would have to face the challenge head-on, no matter what.
