Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain poured down like a waterfall. Lin Mo stared at the meandering water streaks on the conference room glass, his fingertips tapping unconsciously against the edge of his tablet. After one last flicker, the system interface went completely gray.
"The system has entered its final maintenance period, estimated to take 48 hours," a mechanical voice rang in his ear. "Friendly reminder: This is your first experience as a host with an unpredicted business negotiation."
The sound of Su Yuqing’s heels approached from the distance and stopped beside him. She was wearing an iron-gray suit today, the butterfly brooch he had given her last year pinned to her lapel—at the time, the system had alerted him that this would be the accessory she wore most often over the next three months.
Chapter 39