During work hours, hot coffee sat on the desk. Mason Han looked down at the materials Liana Xue had submitted—concise, no wasted words, sharp and to the point, complete data, comparisons and analysis brief and incisive. This was the first acceptable piece of work he had received since Liana Xue took the job, by his own admission. The reason he hadn't fired her was partly that someone had put in a word before her transfer, and partly that he couldn't be sure the next assistant wouldn't be worse...