New York ti, 9 a.m.
The lazy air of a rare weekend morning wafts through Manhattan.
Park Avenue, a penthouse duplex apartnt.
Outside the window are rows of skyscrapers and the orderly green squares of Central Park.
Inside the private office.
Secretary Jin sits poised behind her desk.
Wearing a comfortable shirt, her brown hair ticulously pinned at the back of her head, revealing a smooth, full forehead and an elegant, slender neck.
Her flawlessly beautiful face shows no unnecessary expression.
In front of her are three monitors lined side by side.
Displayed are the oil hedging plan from the commodities team, the ESG portfolio analysis from Zenith Capital’s European carbon credit fund...
"Sarah." She spoke calmly without looking up, her gaze still fixed on the screen, "Synchronize the revised version of the oil plan with the Shen City office, and notify the London compliance team that I need the final signed version of the ESG report by noon New York ti."
A blonde assistant sitting not far behind her imdiately began to operate.
At that mont.
"Knock, knock, knock—" The sound of knocking on the door.
The door was gently pushed open.
Lin Tiantian walked in briskly, "Chairman Jin, it’s a call from Assistant Shangguan."
Secretary Jin montarily paused her actions, raised her head, and stretched out her hand.
Her posture remained graceful and calm, but her refreshing, lively eyes showed a hint of elusive unease.
She took the phone, brought it to her ear, "Shangguan."
"Chairman Jin, I’ve left Lanfeng International Hotel. Just now, President Tang gave a definite answer." Shangguan Qiuya’s voice carried a tone of excitent.
Secretary Jin’s fingers unconsciously tightened, and her breath began to irregularly flow.
She had already guessed the answer, but still maintained a steady voice as she asked, "What did he say?"
"President Tang asked to tell you—see you in New York next month."
"...I see." Secretary Jin’s voice was very light, as if she was just confirming a trivial matter, "Thank you, Shangguan, you’ve done very well."
Hung up the phone.
The tensely held, swan-like elegant spine of Secretary Jin finally began to relax.
She leaned back on the soft chair backrest and slowly closed her eyes.
"Thump, thump, thump—"
The sound of her heartbeat echoed near her ears, distinctly, one after another.
Sarah and Lin Tiantian slightly lowered their heads, not interrupting.
After a long ti, Secretary Jin opened her eyes again.
The always cold eyes now held a sparkle resembling a field of stars.
"Let’s wrap up this morning’s work, Tiantian. Help book a scenic spot at Jean-Georges for lunch; I want a white truffle set nu."
Her voice returned to its usual calmness, but with an almost imperceptible lightness.
"Also, help schedule an appointnt at The Row’s Atelier on Madison Avenue; I need to customize a new suit for next month’s shareholders’ eting."
Lin Tiantian was slightly startled and imdiately replied, "Okay, Chairman Jin, I’ll arrange it right away."
Secretary Jin nodded gently, walked out of the office, and stepped lightly into the master bedroom’s walk-in closet.
She walked to the dressing table and gently pulled open the top drawer.
Inside lay a silver, simple photo fra quietly.
She picked up the photo fra, her fingertips lightly and repeatedly caressing the cool glass surface.
In the photo is their New York photo from the winter of 2020, celebrating the establishnt of the Tang Jin Family Office New York Headquarters.
Snowflakes were falling from the gray sky, and in the distance was Wall Street’s iconic Charging Bull sculpture.
Back then, he had finally left the cage of Yan City and joined igou Technology in Imperial City, while she personally served as Chairman.
Under her covert arrangents, Liu Qingning was busily engaged in entrepreneurship on campus, and Su Yu, due to various "fortuitous coincidences," almost completely "disappeared" from his world.
They embarked on a period of close, endlessly striving tis.
Night and day together, New York, Tang Jin Family Office, London, Singapore, Tokyo...
They created one fortune myth after another.
It was also the most wondrous part of her mories.
Secretary Jin’s fingertips lingered on Tang Song’s profile, the emotions in her eyes began to dissolve.
"Are you finally coming back?"
She closed her eyes, speaking in an extrely calm yet possessive tone.
Whispering faintly to the photo fra: "It’s ti."
"I hope it snows again on the 14th next month in New York."
...
North City Garden Community.
A Maybach S-Class slowly ca to a stop beneath Building 4.
"Goodbye, Miss Xu."
"Goodbye."
A tipsy Xu Qing walked into the elevator, clutching her handbag.
The thrilling scenes from today’s birthday party were still replaying rapidly in her mind.
Leaving her in a state of extre excitent, "satiated from gossip."
She finally set her eyes on the "blonde wild mare," Anne Kate of ditation Capital, whom her best friend always talked about.
Indeed, she was imposing, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
Humph! It was Little Jing’s birthday hosting today, poor form to upstage the guest.
Otherwise, I, Miss Xu Qing, would have stepped in and stood up for Yanyan!
After all, she heard Shen Yuyan ntion being "bullied" by that wild mare in Shanghai.
"Click—"
The door lock clicked open.
Xu Qing humd a tune while swaying, slipped into her slippers at the hallway.
She entered the living room, imdiately spotting a familiar figure on the sofa.
A fitted black-and-white striped U-neck T-shirt, high-waisted tight pants.
Outline her voluptuous and alluring figure vividly.
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