As the person approached, Su Ming got a clear look at her face—his heart skipped a beat. It was the warehouse manager. The beautiful young woman who had sat in the middle during his interview, wearing a professional suit and speaking little. Su Ming remembered her surname was Lin, in her early thirties, very attractive, but her expression was always calm, revealing no emotion. Why was she here at this time?

Su Ming's mind raced. Tian Jing had previously told him that the warehouse manager usually left work by 5:30 PM and rarely worked overtime. Moreover, when she came to the warehouse, it was usually for a meeting or an inspection. But now it was past six... The worst part was, he was playing on the computer, and if the manager caught him, how would he explain? A new employee on his first day, unfamiliar with the process, staying late to work overtime—that was a reasonable excuse. But if the manager found out he was just idling on the computer, it would certainly leave a bad impression.

Almost instinctively, Su Ming stood up from his chair and looked around—the office wasn't big, with only a few desks and file cabinets. Where could he hide?

The footsteps were getting closer.