The dusky setting, glittering disco balls, swaying red wine glasses, lively background music, piles of bottles on the coffee table, and the sprawling white flesh on the sofas—everything in the room seemed so dreamy.
Of course, such dreams were only for the upper echelons of the company in the room.
For him, this room was a disaster.
He sat at the edge of the table in his chair, with utmost deference but extremely uncomfortable.
Only occasionally did he dare to glance at the corpulent middle-aged man seated in the place of honor.
This was the company's weekly party, where a department was randomly selected to attend, and this time, it was their Strategy Department's turn.
"Long live the President!" The Strategy Department employees, led by their department head, bellowed out with all their might, raising their hands high and chanting the company's slogan, "For our bright future, for the company's continual rise—"
"Go go go! Strive strive strive! Work work work!"
