Summary
Title: No Arguing With Mr. Mo
As Secretary Xiao hurriedly shuffled through the papers on his desk, his heart pounded with nervous anticipation. President Mo's sharp gaze pierced through the glass walls of his office, sending shivers down Xiao's spine. With a deep breath, Xiao knocked on the door and entered.
"President Mo, I have the updated reports you requested," Xiao said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling inside him.
President Mo glanced up from his work, his expression unreadable. "Leave them on the desk," he replied curtly, his tone as icy as ever.
Xiao hesitated for a moment before placing the documents down, his fingers trembling slightly. Just as he turned to leave, a sudden gust of wind blew the papers off the desk and scattered them across the floor.
"I-I'm so sorry, let me..." Xiao stammered, rushing to gather the fallen papers.
But to his surprise, President Mo was already kneeling down beside him, picking up the papers with a focused intensity that was full of concentration. In that moment, Xiao caught a glimpse of a softer side to the enigmatic man he thought he knew so well.
Their eyes met, and for the first time, Xiao saw a flicker of something warm and genuine in President Mo's gaze. Was it possible that beneath the cold exterior, there lay a heart capable of kindness and compassion?
As they worked together to gather the scattered papers, a silent understanding passed between them. And in that brief moment of shared vulnerability, Xiao couldn't help but wonder if there was more to President Mo than meets the eye.
Could it be that their relationship was destined for something beyond just mere professionalism? Only time would tell...
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