Chapter Seven
Jia let out a long, weary sigh and set her chopsticks beside her bowl of rice.
Even though it was lunch, she wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t like she was meeting with her sister Mei for a meal, even though sometimes it felt like if she didn’t meet Mei at a restaurant, the other woman might refuse to pencil Jia into her busy corporate schedule.
Why am I here again? It’s not like I don’t know what her opinion will be.
Mei took a sip of tea from her small black cup, a bland look of dismissal on her face. “I rescheduled an important meeting for this. I’m assuming it is important. You implied it was important when you sent your message about meeting.”
“Importance is relative,” Jia pointed out. “I need to vent about work, and I figured my older sister might not mind listening.”
“Oh?
