Ignoring the pitiful secretary, Yang Chen opened the door as if it was his second nature, entering the office of Yu Lei Building’s highest authority.
The moment he entered, Yang Chen noticed a familiar smell, the air is filled with a faint smell of jasmine, warm yet refreshing. This reminded Yang Chen of his wife Lin Ruoxi. Didn’t that frost-faced girl also have this smell?
The entire CEO office was unusually big, way over a 100 square meters, and formed a semi-circle, The circular side was all clean floor-to-ceiling windows from end to end, which allowed the hustle and bustle of the city to be seen from any spot. The thin white translucent curtains blew along with the wind from the AC.
On the floor was a soft Mediterranean wool carpet with diverse and archaic designs. Several bonsai trees were placed on the table and corners of the room, while the entire office’s lights helped to complement it.
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was also a rare collector’s item, its exquisite workmanship refracted all the light rays into the office with a dazzling luster, and brought threads of magnificence and mysticism into the whole room.
Several silver-coated metal bookshelves filled with design books covered the room. Next to the shelves, a huge mahogany desk could be seen. Except, at this moment, behind that desk, the seat of the “CEO” was empty.