Sunlight, sharp as shattered glass, pierced Ji Xiaosong's eyes. She raised a hand to block the glare. The coffee on her desk had long gone cold.
A hangover made her temples throb. A faint bruise on her collarbone served as a reminder of the previous night's recklessness.
She twisted open a bottle of water and took several large gulps. As the ice-cold liquid slid down her throat, she suddenly recalled the scorching hot lips of the man in the darkness.
"Sister Xiaosong?"
The intern, Lin, stood at the door holding a stack of files. "The people from the Huo Group have arrived early. They're waiting for you in the conference room."
Ji Xiaosong's pen dragged a long line of ink across the proposal.
The Huo Group. A behemoth that controlled the financial lifeline of half the city.
She quickly reapplied her lipstick in her compact mirror. The reflection showed a woman whose bloodshot eyes were perfectly masked by concealer, but whose slightly trembling fingers betrayed her secret.
