On an ordinary working day, it is still early to get off work and far to the weekend, so everyone is listless. But when the boss gets into the elevator, they have to muster up their energy and try to show a fighting spirit.
The elevator was spacious and bright, the space was enclosed, everyone held their breath, and time became extremely unbearable.
Julian adjusted his shirt collar in front of the metal mirror on the elevator door and found that the front of his shirt was not smooth, but he didn't care.
He raised his hand to smooth his hair back, slightly raised his chin, and saw three blood marks on his Adam's apple. He slowly touched it with his fingertips, and remembered something. He lowered his head and smiled, lightly pinched the silk tie with two fingers, and tightened the Windsor knot with the other hand. It was neat and restrained, and every wrinkle was just right.
The man was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The fabric of his suit was crisp and smooth, and the back of his suit and his trousers were wrinkled. He had a light scent of cedar, ambiguously mixed with a hint of rose and milk, which was sweet.
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