Are You Finished

"In the car, I fell asleep. That's the last thing I clearly remember. When I woke up, we were already at the hotel."

The words hung in the room, quiet but undeniable.

Unnoticed by most, the door to the conference room creaked slightly—only enough for one man to pause on the threshold.

Lu Jianjun stood there.

He hadn't meant to arrive this early. He certainly hadn't meant to listen from the shadows like some corporate ghost. But as Li Na's voice floated through the tension-laced air, something in him stopped. Held. And listened.

Bai Tian noticed first.

Then a junior executive's eyes flicked to the door—and instantly went wide. His spine shot straight like he'd been caught texting in class, a nervous twitch flaring in his fingers as if preparing to cut Li Na off mid-sentence with some rehearsed PR save.