At 7:30 a.m. the next morning, I arrived at Lawson Foods headquarters in a black suit, carrying a briefcase full of documents.
The lobby was already crowded.
Five or six security guards stood behind the reception desk, looking tense. More than 10 middle managers clustered around the elevators. Some stared at their phones, while others whispered among themselves.
In one corner, a janitor had stopped mopping and was watching the entrance.
The moment I pushed open the doors, the entire lobby fell silent.
Some people looked curious or sympathetic. Others seemed openly delighted by the scandal, while many simply looked anxious.
I walked calmly to the reception desk and placed my briefcase on the counter.
The receptionist went pale.
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