As dusk fell, people in the office gradually got up, packed up, and left after work. Those who remained worked a bit faster. Gas lamps lit up one by one in windows throughout the building, the warm light flickering like a honeycomb.
That morning, Densite had preliminarily approved Jenny's proposal to establish an author condolence allowance. She spent the entire morning writing a detailed implementation plan, which was approved by the boss at noon. In the afternoon, it was sent to the editorial department, where she met with all six editorial assistants to discuss how to execute it.
After finishing this task, Jenny saw that it was time, so she packed up to leave. But the boss was still in the office meeting with the monthly magazine's editor-in-chief, discussing the interviewee for this month's issue. The office door was left ajar.
Jenny knew about this. Originally, a celebrity politician scheduled for an interview in this month's issue had written to decline the collaboration. But Montray, the monthly's editor-in-chief, had already generated buzz, and the public was eagerly anticipating it. He couldn't offend the candidate on one hand, and couldn't appear incompetent in front of his subordinates on the other. After scratching his head for a long time, he decided to bow to the boss.
Montray had never been convinced by this young acting boss, but now he had no choice but to come with a request.
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