The Missing Perfume Bottle

My words made Vivian Harris's eyes narrow as she looked at me and asked, "Do you really have a plan? Don't forget to let me watch the show when the time comes!"

"Absolutely!" I said proudly.

When I returned to the company, Vivian Harris drove away in her own car. I checked the time; it was still a long way from the end of the workday. I laughed at myself, feeling like a lovestruck teenager.

To be honest, it felt like not seeing him for a day was like three years.

But no matter how anxious I was, I had to wait until the right time. I had no choice but to go upstairs.

The waiting period felt like enduring a year. The whole afternoon, I was restless, feeling like time was dragging on. Each minute felt like torture, and there was no work to occupy me, just dryly waiting for time to pass second by second.

Finally, it was time to leave work. I tidied myself up and joyfully grabbed my bag to leave.