After spending a while in the office, Xia Lu finally understood the situation.
The room was indeed converted from a storage closet, previously used for stacking various sanitary supplies and cleaning tools needed for the adjacent restroom, which was confirmed by the cleaning staff. To make room for this office, those items had been moved to a rarely used meeting room on the second floor.
And right outside the window was the exhaust vent of the company's cafeteria. It was noon, so naturally, the smell was quite strong.
Xia Lu leaned back in her chair and reached out to turn on the light in the room. Looking up, she saw a white fluorescent tube that hadn't been used for years flickering for quite a while before it finally managed to light up weakly; the brightness was inadequate, and heaven knows how much longer it would last. She never knew that Fengguang Group had such a place; at this moment, she felt as if she were living in the last century.
