The big potatoes had things that they have to worry about, and the small potatoes had the theirs.

After the press conference, the group rushed back to the company, huddled in a small office and frowned and shouted.

"Writing a press release within three hours, please kill me..." William felt that he was going crazy.

No one expected that there would be heavy news tonight without warning, but as reporters, their news was the most time-sensitive. If they couldn’t write a press release about what happened today, then they would fall behind more than a dozen media.

"Are we the only group in our company?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah."

Alan took a cigarette and wondered back to the office. When they saw him, they acted like they were drowning and they saw a wood floating on the water. Alan knew what they tried to do, so he just left and said that they needed to learn form it.

"Alan, you are too cruel."

"You kid write it quickly."

At ten o'clock, Iris found an excuse to go out to the toilet. She ran outside for ten minutes and the evening wind calmed down her anxious. When she was heading back, she hit somebody at the corner because she was in a hurry.

Iris was hit and she felt dizzy, while she was getting angry, she heard a strange and sexy male voice from the man she hit.

"Iris?"

Iris leaned on the wall to avoid falling. She looked up at the person who had just accidentally bumped into, from the shoes he wore on his feet, all the way to the black suit and then to his face.

Iris felt that her eyelids were jumping.

That handsome face, she just saw it at the press conference.

Jensen.

She threw the question of why the he knew her into outer space, and said: "Sorry! I just didn't look at the road and hit you accidentally."

"It’s okay."

Iris felt a little alienation from his words.

She couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

She just overthought, maybe just someone else was calling her, how could such a person know her?

She smiled apologetically to the Jensen. When she was leaving, Jensen spoke again.

"What time will you be free."

Iris was wondering why, she felt strange about this, but she didn’t know what was the relationship between the legendary characters who can only appear on TV and her.

Perhaps it was his whim, caring for his employees.

"Maybe twelve o'clock in the evening, we need to stay here until the manuscript is fixed and sent to the editor."

He nodded.

"Thanks."

His words were still alienated and indifferent, like the wind in the late fall and early winter, it was very light, and very cold.

Iris smiled to him.

Fortunately, this man did not continue to talk to her, he stepped away. Iris stared at the back of the man, hesitating whether she should go outside and blow the wind for another ten minutes or not.

She felt that she was scared and her soul was floating.

Iris stride back to the office, drinking a large glass of water on the water dispenser, and then felt the soul return.

At this time, Lima was listening to the recordings in her recording pen. The reporter’s question about the CEO of their company and the answer of the two of them was all recorded in the pen. But the press conference was a bit noisy and the sound quality was not clear.

"Are you sure you are a reporter? Not a paparazzi?"

"……"

Lima felt that it could not be explained.

But with this recorder, they could grasp the key points better and filter the conversation. The group discussed it for a long time, and Alan ordered a cigarette silently which made the entire office smog.

"Dude, give me one."

Lima said.

Alan heard her words, and smashed half of the smoke and threw it into the trash can: "You’re are a girl."

Lima had no choice but to sigh. This high-pressure work required a cigarette to relieve endless pressure and loneliness.

However, Alan indeed smoked more than ever today. The big brother would not smoke in the office on weekdays, but today he did.

It was half past ten.

"Come on, set a title. We all know the general meaning, how about the topic and the theme?"

"Is the theme about their cooperation."

"House about writing a review report?"

"We only have two hours left, I don’t think we can do this."

It was eleven o’clock in the evening.

"No, no, this one can't be written like this, it’s not rigorous."

"I think it's quite appropriate."

"Iris, why do you have do against me?"

"Is it because revolution is the original driving force for a progress?"

They were humble and weeping at the glory of Ruby’s genius. Lima knew Ruby’s profoundness and dexterity before the start of the conference. At this moment, drinking cheap bagged coffee, she felt extraordinarily happy.

A quarter past eleven.

"Coffee can't help me, I am still sleepy."

Lima was shouting.

Ruby stared at the computer and had no expression.

"Drink two more cups."

"No, I have went to the toilet three times, and I can't walk."

In the mourning and the words, they finished the article.

Ruby said.

"Give it a refinement?"

Everyone was in tears, and they all expressed their feelings that the editorial department was cruel.

Half past 11.

Someone knocked on the door of the office.

Alan, who was the closest to the door, opened the door of the office. Oncoming was a beautiful woman dressed in formal attire with a business smile.

"Which one is Lima?"

Suddenly, everyone focused on Lima who was holding the back of the chair,

"I am, may I ask you..."

The woman approached with a smile and removed the hand behind her slowly. The slender hand held a flower.

"Please accept it."

When she was in shock, the woman handed the flowers to Lima, and said goodbye to the people in the office politely and left like a butterfly with black and white color.

The people focused on the flowers she received. It was a black rose with a translucent white wrapper.

Black rose.

And it was not the dark red or the normal black rose in the flower shop. This black rose was like the night outside the window, and it couldn’t dye any other color.

"Oh my god, was it from your boyfriend?"

Lima shook her head.

But she knew who sent it.

At the same time, Ruby on the side clicked google directly and her the slender fingers typed a line in the search bar.

"Meaning of Black Rose."

"For reference only." Ruby pushed the frame in the middle of the glasses.

Lima looked through the words on the screen, it was talking about secret love affairs, she was shocked. When she finally managed to calm down the restless heart, she couldn’t help but rub her ears.

Looking at these messy sentences, she didn’t know why, there was such a scene in her mind, the lips of Jensen were stuck in her ears, the hot wind swept across her cheeks, and he was talking dirty to her.

"You will be mine."

"I will possess your love."

Just imagined of this, she felt unacceptable.

She found a pen holder casually and threw the black rose in. Then she looked at the people around who waited for a gossip. She smiled shamelessly, revealing two shallow dimples.

"Let's keep working."

Everyone sighed.

Iris stared at the black rose, her eyes flashed through the light. She didn’t know why, when she saw this rose, she thought of the accident and the question Jensen had asked her subconsciously.

"What time will you be free."

But she also felt that her feelings were illogical.

All of them here and Jensen were basically two parallel lines, and perhaps today she met him by chance, but fate would be revised in the next moment to restore the previous parallel state.

There is definitely no connection between them.

Iris thought that she may be really tired today, how could she put her colleague and the boss together.

It was not a novel.

Iris shook her head and smiled.

Twelve o'clock.

"Ah, I would rather die."

"You have to come back to life even if you die."

"You’re so cruel."

"Yes, please work tirelessly like a zombie."

"……"

At 12:20, all the work is done.

Alan took the smoke and sent the electronic manuscript to the editorial room. The rest of the people lied on the table for three minutes.

......

The group planned to find a cheap hotel nearby and stayed up all night, going straight to the shooting scene tomorrow morning.

But Lima insisted on going home.

Lima insisted that she had some personal affairs, the group couldn’t make her to stay. So Lima took up the black rose and disappeared into the night.

Sitting in the car.

She looked at the rose in her hand quietly.

When she was a child, she thought that if she had her boyfriend a long time later, maybe that person would also send her a bunch of roses. One, three, five, nine, but in her imagination, she should receive red roses, like fire under the light, like blood in the night.

The red rose represented a bright feeling. Black, on the other hand, shrouded a mysterious color. The first rose she received in her life was pure black, like an endless night sky, like the eyes of an oriental.

Lima.

Look at yourself.

Lima sighed, leaning against the chair and having her eyes closed to have a rest.

Later.

Lima was woken up, took out the mobile phone from the bag to see the time, and then read the latest news, her company and Jensen did not appear on the news page, it seemed that there are still many people working overtime tonight.

Half past one o’clock.

Lima finally returned home.

Pushing the door open, it was a cold, black room, the room was a bit gloomy.

Holy shit!

Jensen! How could he do this?!

Lima was a little angry, but she calm herself down because she knew she had drunk too much coffee.

She found a bottle in the dark. She removed the black rose's wrapper, put the flower into the bottle, dropped it on the table, and then yawned and dragged the backpack to the second floor.

Lima throw herself to the bed and lay in bed to recall this exciting day.

She thought of the arrangements for tomorrow. At 6 o'clock in the morning, she had to get up, caught the subway to work, and then went straight to the shooting venue. She estimated that she would stay there for a few days.

Fortunately, she was still young.

She could withstand the busy toss.