手机揣兜里，发动机的轰鸣声震得我脑仁子嗡嗡响。老刘那老家伙又在瞎嚷嚷什么，估计是又在梦他那中五百万的彩票梦了。我一边骂骂咧咧，一边把车停在楼下，推门的时候差点被门口的香风给吹个趔趄。

公司大门的电子锁滋啦一响，我还没来得及扬起那张据说能把人冻成冰棍的脸，前台的晓雯就笑得花枝乱颤地冲了出来。

“哎，大Boss，您可算来了！”晓雯小跑着过来，手里还端着一杯刚泡好的咖啡，“慢走，慢走，小心脚下，您这高跟鞋可太细了！”

我瞥了她一眼，心里嘀咕这丫头是不是审美出了问题，我这是冰山脸，不是刚从冰箱里爬出来的萨摩耶。不过，我也懒得跟她废话，直接抬手示意了一下，推门走了进去。

办公室里， desks and chairs are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of coffee. Several female employees are sitting at their desks, chattering busily, occasionally casting glances at me. I can't help but frown. They're always staring at me like I'm a rare animal in a zoo.

I walked straight to my own office, closing the door behind me. The moment the door clicked shut, I leaned against it, hands stuffed into my pockets, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

I didn't know why, but today I felt like I was being watched by everyone. Every glance from a co-worker, every word they said, seemed to be directed at me. It was like I was a piece of meat in a lion's den, waiting to be picked at.