"Leo, why isn't the proposal for this stage play done yet? Hurry up, don't you know that Director Wang is pushing it very urgently!"
"Leo, look at these artists you contacted. What a bunch of misfits. Can't you find some popular ones to come over!"
"Leo, work overtime today. The director said there's a problem with the stage lighting. You go contact the person in charge."
"Leo, the clothing factory said the workers are on strike. Our costumes will probably be affected. You find a way to quickly get me a new place."
"Leo, did you urge that screenwriter to revise the script? Is it done?"
"Leo..."
At two-thirty in the morning, in the only room still lit in the residential building late at night, a haggard middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes sat in front of the computer, tiredly tapping on the keyboard.
He was currently staying up late to revise the proposal required by his leader.