Death's Intrusion (2)

In his sleek, modern office, Lin sat behind a large mahogany desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished surface with a sense of controlled urgency.

Across from him, his secretary, Caroline, meticulously reviewed the company's latest reports with a focus that bordered on obsession.

The soft hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the intensity within the room, where the air was thick with unspoken tension.

Lin adjusted his tie with a precise gesture, his eyes narrowing as he leaned back in his chair, the weight of lots of situations in his mind pressing down on him like a physical force. He had a lot to do!

Still, he needed to keep his composure, to maintain the facade of calm control.

Caroline continued to read from the report, oblivious to his growing tension, her voice a steady drone that seemed to match the beat of his tapping fingers.

"The profits from the last quarter have shown a steady increase," she said, flipping a page with a crisp rustle. "However,