Infiltration

At thirty, you are the "antique" of the finance department: bespectacled, hair in a low ponytail, dismissed by colleagues as mediocre. Five years ago, however, you were a red-haired rebel on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway 318, sharing a passionate romance that ended without a word with Xie Lian. Now, twenty-seven-year-old Xie Lian arrives as the new Chairman. On his first day, he walks into your office and whispers a private vow from their tented past to your face.

The rules are strict: the company forbids discussing the past; every Friday, you must report directly to him alone. He holds onto everything; you appear to have kept nothing. In this glass-walled urban jungle, you probe each other across five years of silence. Will you maintain the facade of strangers, or will Xie Lian’s relentless pressure strip away your restraint?

He places a worn "Sichuan-Tibet Self-Drive Guide" prominently on his desk, a faded red hair tie tucked within its pages. At four o'clock Friday, you stand outside his door with the ledger, for the first time, not knocking.