Qiao Xiguan set down the newspaper she was holding.
She always felt that the media was the most infuriating industry.
The words one said a moment ago could be completely disregarded in the next, without responsibility.
Even when one contradicts oneself, it could be done so noisily, yet without any need for explanation, without feeling a shred of shame.
With her lips pursed, reminded by milk, she began another round of recruitment interviews.
In the afternoon, the second interview stage took place.
The whole arrangement was carried out hurriedly, yet with order and efficiency, accomplished flawlessly.
After finishing all her work,
Qiao Xiguan sat in her office, stretching lazily.
Tomorrow a staff meeting would discuss the final list of new hires, and comparing the information milk prepared for her with her own preferred candidates, she felt she somewhat had her own ideas.
After tidying up her desk briefly, Qiao Xiguan took out her phone and dialed.