林薇对着电脑屏幕眼泪汪汪，手指在键盘上胡乱敲击。下午三点，她刚被叫进顾衍办公室，出门前还信心满满觉得自己表现不错，结果现在掉链子了，彻底掉链子了。

顾衍坐在办公桌后，面前放着她的报告。他听力很好，不用看屏幕也知道她在说什么。 Reports are often pretty dry, but he found her attempts at humor here particularly endearing. He tapped his pen lightly on the desk, a small smile playing on his lips despite himself.

"Any suggestions?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

林薇抬起头，抹了抹眼泪。 guiltily. She knew she should be proud of herself for trying, but she had completely bombed. Not only had she failed to persuade him to approve the project, she had also managed to trip over her own words a few times.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I just... I don't know how to do this."

"Don't worry about it," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I've got this."

He picked up her report and began to read. As he read, a thoughtful expression crossed his face. He knew exactly what to do and who to talk to. When he was done, he looked up at her and gave her a small nod.

"You're right," he said. "But you've got what it takes. Just need a little practice."