Hard work after winning the lottery

Ten days until I leave the company.

That signed resignation form, like a cold ship ticket, lies quietly in the corner of the drawer.

Hua Yun's life seems to have been put on slow motion.

She was still the first to arrive at the office and the last to leave.

Make coffee, organize documents, update schedule.

She did every task with more care and perfection than ever before.

Like an actor about to take their final bow, giving it their all to perform their last act.

However, no one could see even the slightest bit of extra emotion on her face anymore.

She smiled politely at everyone, but her eyes seemed to be looking through frosted glass, hazy and distant.

She began to quietly pack her things.

Today, it's that little succulent she's been growing for almost a year.

She carefully wrapped the flowerpot in old newspapers and put it in a brown paper bag.

Tomorrow, it will be that mug she really likes, the one with the starry sky pattern.

She polished the cup until it shone, then wrapped it in layer after layer of bubble wrap.

The day after tomorrow, there will be those professional books, the edges of which have been slightly curled up from her frequent turning.

She quietly moved every single one of her belongings out of her workstation.

It was as if they were gradually erasing all traces of their existence here.

She thought that these last ten days would pass in this stagnant, calm atmosphere.

Until that business dinner called "Starry Night," which crashed into this stagnant water like a boulder.

This is the first major public event since the Zhou Group and the Su Group officially announced their strategic cooperation.

Political and business elites, top media outlets—it attracted almost all the attention in the city.

As the absolute protagonist of this grand event, Zhou Yanjin's attendance is of paramount importance.

The secretariat has been working around the clock for more than half a month, and every detail has been finalized hundreds of times.

This includes the female companions who will accompany Zhou Yanjin.

Zhao, the deputy director of the public relations department, is a shrewd and capable female professional.

Her dress, jewelry, and even the questions she might be asked at the dinner party were all prepared in advance.

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly when they least expect them.

The banquet was held at 5 p.m.

The internal phone in the Chief Secretary's office emitted a sharp, piercing scream.

Ying Zhiyao, who was reviewing the banquet program, frowned unhappily as she answered the call.

On the other end of the phone, the public relations director sounded like he was about to cry.

"Secretary-General Ying! Something terrible has happened! Director Zhao... Director Zhao has suddenly developed acute appendicitis and was just taken away by ambulance. She's already in the operating room!"

Yao suddenly tightened his grip on the receiver.

"What did you say?"

His voice carried a tension he himself was unaware of.

This news was like a thunderbolt, instantly reverberating throughout the entire 66th floor.

The previously orderly atmosphere in the secretariat instantly turned into a complete mess.

"My God! Why today of all days!"

"The banquet starts at 7:30. Where can we find someone to replace Director Zhao?"

"What did President Zhou say?"

"President Zhou is currently in a multinational video conference and has no idea about this!"

Yao's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He knew better than anyone that Mr. Zhou's female companion at this dinner party could not be just any ordinary pretty face.

This person must have an excellent image and temperament, and be able to command the scene.

More importantly, she must be intimately familiar with Mr. Zhou's schedule, social preferences, and even some subtle physical signals.

For example, if Mr. Zhou slightly adjusts his cufflinks during a social gathering, it means he wants to end the conversation.

For example, if he picks up the water on his left instead of champagne, it means he has an upset stomach and needs to decline all the subsequent toasts.

These are details known only to the personal secretarial team.

"Li Wei! Immediately select suitable candidates from all departments!"

Yao's voice carried an unquestionable command.

"First, unmarried, good-looking, and over 1.68 meters tall!"

"Secondly, must have been with the company for over three years and have experience in managing large-scale events!"

"Third, now! Immediately! You can free up time right away!"

The entire secretariat immediately sprang into action.

The phone calls went out one after another.

"Manager Chen from the marketing department? No, no, it's her daughter's birthday tonight, she already took the day off."

"Susan from the legal department? She's available, but she's only 1.6 meters tall, and she looks too weak standing next to President Zhou."

"How about... Manager Lin from the administrative center? She meets all the requirements."

"I just asked, and she went to the airport to pick up VIPs from Europe on behalf of her company. Her phone is switched off!"

One name after another was proposed, only to be quickly crossed out.

Time passed by, second by second.

The clock on the wall had its hands pointing to 5:45.

Yao Zhiyao irritably tugged at his tie, and a thin layer of sweat even seeped from his forehead.

For the first time, a smell called "anxiety" filled the air on the 66th floor.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept across a corner of the office.

There, Hua Yun was sitting quietly at her workstation.

She was having a final handover with a colleague who was about to take over her job.

The soft light from the lampshade enveloped her focused profile, her long, curled eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes.

She wore a well-fitting off-white suit skirt, with an upright posture and a calm demeanor.

It was as if all the chaos and turmoil outside had nothing to do with her.

Yao's eyes suddenly lit up.

How could he forget her?

His height is estimated to be around 1.7 meters, which is more than enough.

Her appearance was elegant and refined, a clean and distinctive beauty.

More importantly, she worked as the president's secretary assistant for a month.

Although it wasn't a long time, she had compiled all of Mr. Zhou's daily preferences and even personally brewed coffee for him for a month.

Even if she isn't the most familiar with those details, she is definitely the most suitable person at the moment!

In that instant, Ying-Zhi-Yao felt as if she had grasped the last straw.

He strode towards Hua Yun's workstation almost without hesitation.

Li Wei and the others behind him looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Hua Yun, who was quietly handing over her work, felt a shadow loom over her, and she subconsciously looked up.

She saw Ying Zhiyao.

And his eyes, filled with anxiety and an unyielding resolve.

"Hua Yun"

Yao's voice is deep and powerful.

Do you have any plans for tonight?

Hua Yun paused for a moment, then shook her head.

"No, Secretary-General Ying."

Her plan for tonight is to go home and continue packing her luggage.

"very good."

Ying Zhiyao nodded, his tone carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

He glanced at his watch; the time was exactly six o'clock.

"Now, I need you to carry out an urgent mission."

Hua Yun looked at him with a somewhat blank expression.

"What... mission?"

Yao took a deep breath and spoke each word clearly and solemnly.

"In place of Deputy Director Zhao, I will attend tonight's Starry Night as President Zhou's date."

He paused, looked at her eyes which widened instantly, and added a sentence.

"This is your last task before you leave the company."