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Shredded paper fluttered like silver butterflies, mingling with the scent of anti-corrosion paint as it swirled through the corridor. The cover page of the proposal I was tapping with my finger bore scorch marks from brake pads—this morning, three banks had just sent over the latest credit limits, just enough to cover the twelve load-bearing columns that had been hollowed out by Zhang Zhiqiang last week.
"Reduce the front desk's call center positions by 30%," I said, adjusting my glasses as the reflection revealed the bribery records of twenty-three individuals on the list. "Overtime pay from the Ministry of Justice will be issued at three times the sudden death insurance rate." I tightened my tie just enough for the surveillance to clearly capture Article 42 of the severance compensation terms.
As Lin Xueyao's perfume pierced through the new air system, I was in the midst of approving an Overseas Study Tour application for a director's nephew. Hidden within the creases of her resignation letter was a fragment of a recording pen that had captured last month's meeting report. "Is Brother Shen upset?" she asked, her diamond bracelet slipping from her wrist and spelling out the IP address from yesterday's Anonymous Threat Letter on the table.
The copper wax seal, embedded with our family crest, slowly melted, dripping onto the light blue envelope she handed me. As I tore through the twelfth layer of security coating, I caught a whiff of violet juice mixed with the scent of carbon copy paper from an Overseas Travel Agency contract. A tea stain in the lower right corner of the letter vaguely resembled my grandfather's chess endgame coordinates, and dried ink clung to shreds of a critical illness notification.
As Wang Mingyuan's health pot released a bitter aroma of astragalus, I conveniently covered that false demolition approval document with a mug. "The advance payment for East China Five Cities Logistics Port will be increased by 0.7%," he said, dimming the projector just as its blue light illuminated last year's remittance peak from an underground money house. "I heard Chairman Shen has recently taken up online chess?" The goji berry seeds spilling from the filter arranged themselves on the table into records of changes in overseas shell company ownership.
At that moment when neon lights outside began to flicker, I felt a vibration from my mother’s pocket watch embedded in my tailored suit lining. Li Ming burst into the swirling air carrying three foreign Security contracts; his interrogation video of five illegitimate children was reshaping a crime map through tactile feedback from my wristwatch. In the glass curtain wall reflecting cloud data streams, twelve anonymous accounts were synchronously transferring illicit fundraising proceeds.
"The sandalwood ash in Shen Family Ancestral Hall is short by one tael," Li Ming coughed as he flipped through his notebook, pressing down on a leak report from Biochemical Laboratory. "There’s an extra fake painting of Qianli Jiangshan Tu in Fourth Master’s study." Behind his wrinkled trousers lay a security schedule concealing a confession from my biological mother's attending physician on the night she was hospitalized.
As the swivel chair creaked in protest, I was revising a funeral service bidding proposal. The frequency of vibrations from thirty-seventh floor tempered glass synchronized alarmingly with that of a certain uncle's heart monitor. Wang Mingyuan suddenly extinguished his lighter over the blue brick specifications in the ancestral hall renovation contract—the manufacturer of those materials lay at number seventeen on my list of accident victims.
At the moment when the iron door to the maintenance passage was slammed open, I happened to shred the tenth legal opinion letter. The electronic wills of ten board elders were flooding into my hard drive via encrypted channels, automatically filling in blanks in integrity agreement exemption clauses. Amongst the remnants consumed by the shredder, a beneficiary on an overseas policy was gradually transforming from my grandfather's name into my fingerprint pattern.
Suddenly enveloped in cold mist sprayed by the central air conditioning system, Li Ming handed me an Encrypted USB Drive marked with a sterilization label from Obstetrics Ward. Amidst the tense vibrations of elevator cables, records of Umbilical Cord Blood Sample storage that had been cut off twenty-three years ago slowly seeped through ventilation ducts. When all emergency lights in the building flickered blood-red simultaneously, I caught sight of my grandfather smiling contentedly at an ancestral hall tablet on surveillance footage—the half-burnt cigarette butt peeking out from behind a cabinet matched perfectly with that brand from the night my mother faced complications during childbirth.
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