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Tongtong’s genius plan?
“Shake the tree.”
“Test his vibe,” she said. “Then weaponize it.”
I slapped her five.
“You’re my new warlord.”
She blushed.
“It’s the money talking.”
That night, I lurked in the parking garage like a raccoon hunting fast food.
9:15 PM.
Jiangnan finally strutted out, CEO vibes oozing like cologne.
Ugh. Money’s such a hustle.
I straightened my spine, strutted forward—then my stomach growled like a dying lawnmower.
He didn’t blink. Just slid into his car and left me there.
I called Tongtong. “Your ‘genius plan’ worked. He officially hates me.”
“How?”
“He drove past without blinking.”
“…That’s not news.”
I groaned. “Next move?”
“Hold on—flipping pages.” Paper rustled.
“Sun Tzu’s playbook!” she barked. “Next: play hard to get. You just—”
“Yep. Got it.” I nodded.
Three seconds later…
“Wait, what was step three again?”
Sun Tzu had his battles. I had my office walk-ins.
First attempt: I “accidentally” lingered after work.
“Update me,” he said flatly.
I rattled off reports, opened my mouth—
“Out.” He didn’t look up.
…Okay, rejection
Second visit: Coffee sabotage.
I “slipped,” spilling scalding liquid on my hand.
“Ow!”
He yanked me into his private bathroom, icy water blasting my burn.
So much for seduction.
When he finally let go, I smirked. He still cares!
Then he said, “You’re fired from coffee duty.”
“…What?”
“HR. Now.”
I stared.
He’d just exiled me to PR hell.
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