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The conference room lights were off, and the night seeped in through the glass walls, cold and tranquil. Gao Qing's figure was shrouded in darkness, like a lurking beast.
I quietly watched him without saying a word. He smiled awkwardly, “You know, she doesn’t work. She can’t compare to us career elites.” His tone was sincere as he added, “Ma Hui, she really isn’t worth your anger.”
I laughed. I wondered who ironed the suit that Gao Qing wore. His wife didn’t fight back or argue; she even bore him children. Yet, in his words, she seemed worthless.
I shook my head. “Gao Qing, you shouldn’t say that about her.”
“Even if she has no redeeming qualities, hearing you say that makes me feel disheartened.”
He fell silent, his eyes reflecting confusion. I glanced at him once more before turning to leave the conference room. I didn’t look back.
The next day, I received a call from the receptionist. “Sister Ma Hui, there’s a package for you downstairs.”
A package? I had been so busy lately that I hadn’t had time to shop at all. My first thought was—could it be a gift from my husband? The receptionist’s tone sounded a bit strange. After a moment of consideration, I asked her, “What kind of package is it?”
“Uh…” she hesitated, “Sister Ma Hui, you’d better come down in person.”
I raised an eyebrow, noticing that the Receptionist's voice trembled slightly, as if she were afraid of something. Could it be that there was an issue with my online purchase?
With a spare ten minutes on hand, I decided to grab a small dessert and head downstairs.
"This is it, Sister Ma Hui," the Receptionist said as she handed me an envelope, my name and phone number scrawled on it in red ink.
Frowning, I felt an uneasy premonition creeping in.
The Receptionist hesitated, her voice shaky. "I opened it just a moment ago and... it scared me to death... Sister Ma Hui, I'm so sorry."
I tore open the envelope, and a stack of photos tumbled out.
They were pictures cursing us. The words written in red marker were extremely vicious, wishing us a miserable death and condemning us to the depths of hell.
My hands turned cold, and chills ran down my spine. I looked up to find the Receptionist gazing at me with a guilty expression, as if she wanted to say something to comfort me.
Suddenly, she opened a drawer and pulled out something, handing it to me.
Inside the plastic bag was a small doll pierced with needles! The tiny plastic figure was covered in pinholes, and my name was glaringly written on its back!
The Receptionist explained, "When I came back from the restroom, I saw this package at the front desk." She bit her lip and looked at me timidly. "Sister Ma Hui, I'm really sorry..."
My face darkened as I waved my hand to signal her to stop talking.
"Can we check the company surveillance?" I asked.
The Receptionist nodded. "Yes, we can."
I called Security Brother and asked him to retrieve the surveillance footage. Soon, we accessed the recordings from the afternoon.
At two twenty-nine, a woman dressed in a dark hoodie, wearing a black hat and mask, exited the elevator. She stood outside the reception area, pacing back and forth. It wasn't until the receptionist went to the restroom that she quickly approached the front desk, placed down the Curse Letter and an opaque plastic bag, and then hurriedly left.
Her attire concealed her appearance completely; I couldn't make out any details about her. I didn't recognize her at all and couldn't glean any useful information from her presence.
"Sister Ma Hui, should we call the police?" the receptionist asked cautiously.
I waved my hand dismissively. "This project involves confidentiality agreements; alerting the police would draw too much attention."
Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the time. "I'll head back to work now and gather evidence after my shift."
As I returned to my desk, thoughts of the Curse Letter and Needle Doll lingered in my mind, leaving me unsettled. Who could possibly harbor such hatred towards me?
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