HOÀN THÀNH
Tears in the Frost
A quarter to seven in the morning, the forty-second floor of the Viet Thinh tower was still bathed in the pale blue light of the security lights, with only one window lit up: the executive secretary's private office. Kieu Thu Nha put the cup of black coffee on the corner of the table, exactly twenty centimeters away from the edge of the table like she had been doing for the past three years, then opened her laptop and reviewed the new day's schedule of General Director Lang Bach Viet. Nine o'clock, business sector briefing. At half past ten, meet with a representative of a foreign investment fund...
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