C140 Meeting

The sun shone brightly outside, and a gentle breeze wafted through the air. Through the glass window, Chiang Tang's furrowed brow was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass beside her.

With a sudden "thunk," Chiang Tang's head met the desk in an unplanned encounter. "Ugh... this is killing me!" she exclaimed, lifting her head and vigorously tousling her once-smooth hair into a disheveled mess