24 hours Earlier
The clock on the wall of Mr. Qin's spacious office read 10:00 AM. Papers were scattered across his massive mahogany desk, each demanding his attention.
His signature, a sophisticated and flowing script, graced countless documents that needed to be approved.
Project proposals, financial reports, and contracts formed an organized chaos that only he could navigate.
The weight of responsibility pressed on him, but Mr. Qin's mind was elsewhere.
His thoughts were consumed by Stacy. Her image dominated his imagination, and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the tasks at hand.
The vision of her in the gown was a tantalizing distraction. He pictured her soft brown hair, a cascade of silk, framing her face and cascading down her shoulders.
A radiant smile played on her lips as she walked towards him in his daydream.