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Inside the conference room, even though the end of the meeting has been announced, the senior executives continue to exchange opinions in hushed tones, as if there are endless strategies and numbers swirling in their world. The imposing figure of the boss stands out in this room immersed in finance and strategy, and when he stands up, accompanied by an invisible dignity, the conversation in the entire space instantly lowers in volume.
"Alright, that's it for today's meeting. Thank you all for your efforts and contributions," the boss's voice, deep and powerful, spread to every corner, putting a stop to the battle of ideas.
Rayal also stood up with the others at this time, leaning slightly forward to show respect. Then, he moved slowly towards the door of the conference room, wearing a subtle and inscrutable smile on his face. Beneath this faint smile, there was a whirlwind of emotions in his heart: hope for the future, anxiety about the present reality, and a firm belief in his proposal.
At the door, he reached out to every colleague and senior passing by, some warmly shaking hands with him, while others just nodded and smiled. Their reactions were varied, but Rayal's attitude remained consistent, reflecting his passion for work and respect for his colleagues.
Until the last person left, the door of the meeting room slowly closed, echoing with a faint sound. Rayal turned around and saw the still bright projection screen, frozen on it was his project report, each page carrying his hard work and dreams. He walked back to the front of the stage, his fingers gently sliding over the cold mechanical surface, seemingly comforting his own creativity and passion.
The air in the meeting room still seemed to echo with the discussions of the boss and colleagues, but that was no longer relevant to him. Rayal's thoughts had already flown to the crucial showdown in the afternoon. His opponent, a team known for their stability, their project proposals and performance as reliable as ever, always earning the boss's approval. But Rayal knew that what they lacked was exactly what he possessed - the courage for innovation and change.
Rayal slowly tidied up the scattered materials and notebooks used for the meeting in the conference room, each page recording the hard work and sparks of creativity of their team. He neatly stacked them to the side and then reached out to turn off the still glowing projection screen. The room suddenly dimmed, leaving only the gentle sunlight streaming in from the window into the quiet space.
He pressed the button on the projection screen, and it made a short "click" sound, as if marking the end of the morning's efforts. Rayal stood there, his gaze seemingly piercing through the empty conference room, seeing a bigger picture. He knew that no matter how anxious he felt now, it wouldn't change anything. The real battle would be in the afternoon, and at this moment, all he could do was wait, feeling somewhat powerless.
He let out a sigh and decided to let go of the burden of these reports and plans. "This is my limit," he muttered to himself, "the rest is up to fate." Despite the lingering unease and anticipation in his heart, he chose to believe in the efforts of himself and his team.
Turning around, he walked towards the work area of the team members, where various notes were scattered on their desks and computer screens displayed unclosed data. Rayal knew that each of them had practically made the studio their home over the past week, all for the sake of a perfect presentation today.
"Everyone has worked hard. Let's leave work early this afternoon," Rayal said to his colleagues, who were almost exhausted in their chairs. Seeing their tired faces, Rayal gave a bitter smile and said, "We're not selling our lives, we're selling chicken essence. Let's give ourselves some time to catch our breath."
His colleagues looked up, some surprised, some disbelieving. But soon, smiles appeared on their faces, and the exhaustion of the week seemed to be released in that moment.
With Rayal's announcement, it was as if a spell had been lifted from the entire room, and the team members could finally break free from their heavy workload. For a moment, each of them leaned back in their chairs, and the accumulated pressure and fatigue seemed to be released at that moment. A wave of amplified cries of joy filled the air, as they let out their inner joy.
"We can finally catch our breath!" one team member raised their hands as if celebrating a victory.
Another person patted their own cheeks, trying to dispel drowsiness, "It's so great to be able to get a good sleep!"
Lily, as the deputy, has a strong sense of responsibility. Even in this liberated atmosphere, she still maintains a sense of vigilance. She carefully approached Rayal and asked in a low voice, "How is the situation with the report...?"
Rayal glanced at her, his eyes filled with unfathomable weariness. He sighed deeply and replied in a low voice, "Let's go with four-six."
Lily A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes as she asked with a glimmer of hope, "Are we six?" Her voice was full of anticipation, as if this glimmer of hope could make all the previous hardships worthwhile.
Rayal revealed a wry smile, showing a sense of helplessness: "Of course, we are four." There was no self-pity in the tone, only acceptance of reality and a clear understanding of the future.
Lily lightly bumped into Rayal with her shoulder, her unique way of encouraging with a hint of humor. "Be more optimistic. I peeked into the meeting room just now, and those directors were having intense discussions. I think our proposal has at least touched some of them. Maybe it's a fifty-fifty chance!"
This speech is like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the haze on Rayal's face. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although there were still some uncertainties in his heart, he chose to believe in Lily's intuition. After waving goodbye to a few colleagues who were still packing up, he turned to Lily and said with a playful tone, "If that's the case, then that's great."
Rayal then lowered his head to tidy up the messy documents and notebooks on the table, which were proof of his immersion in work during this period. He stacked them neatly one by one, and every movement seemed methodical, as if it could bring some kind of order to his inner world.
Lily looked at his almost compulsive tidying movements and couldn't help but add mischievously, "That's for sure, because it's me, Lily, who said it!" Her tone was full of confidence and ease, and this optimism seemed to be her nature, which was exactly what the team needed under pressure.
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