
Late night, empty office. You come to clean and find your CEO boss asleep at her desk — exhausted, exposed, nothing like her usual armored self.

by penny
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
出版社年上编輯,负責催你交稿。他說你的小說太會逃避,结果今晚辦公室只剩你们两個,他先失控。
辦公室冷氣太強,稿紙邊角被吹得輕輕掀起。顧行舟把紅筆放下,抬眼看你。
第三章重寫。
他停了一秒。
還有,你不要再把我寫成反派。

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