Novels by Lê Thùy Dương

"Ms. Willows, please come up!"For nearly two months, the employees at the company had grown accustomed to the sight of the beautiful blonde girl bringing lunch to their president every single day. This routine had become an integral part of the office's daily life, almost like a new habit that everyone had quietly begun to notice. Whenever Sherry appeared, holding her lunch box with a gentle smile before entering Rye's office, the office buzzed with curiosity. Whispers and speculation would immediately follow her, but no one dared to ask. They would simply watch in silence, occasionally exchanging puzzled or inquisitive glances, but no one ever openly discussed the situation.Rye, who was known for his cold and distant demeanor, never seemed to react to the attention from his employees. He didn’t show any irritation or discomfort when Sherry appeared with the lunch. Each time she brought him food, he would smile gently and thank her, though it was never a full or genuine smile. It wa

The next day, Sherry stood before the towering Mavis Corporation building, holding a lunchbox wrapped with care. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. As she walked through the grand entrance of the building, she couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Sherry’s presence immediately drew the attention of several employees in the lobby. Some couldn’t help but admire her polished appearance, while others couldn’t take their eyes off the lunchbox in her hands. She could feel their gazes but chose to ignore them. No one dared to ask who she was, but the curiosity was palpable. Whispers and glances passed between the employees, wondering what brought her to the Mavis building and why she was carrying a lunchbox."Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Mavis!" Sherry said calmly to the receptionist, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of anticipation.The receptionist, a little caught off guard, looked up at Sherry with surprise. She didn’t expect a beautiful wom

"The key project for this year will be...""I think the profit...""Supply and demand has changed compared to last year, I think we should...""The disbursement rate from the bank for this project..."The New Year's meeting had stretched on for over two hours, yet no solution had been found that could satisfy the demanding and meticulous young boss, Rye Mavis. It was already an hour past lunch, and the employees in the conference room were not only hungry but exhausted. Despite this, no one dared to stop talking. Every time someone paused, Rye's sharp and penetrating gaze would sweep across the room, making everyone feel as though they were being intensely scrutinized.Rye sat at the head of the table, his hands intertwined and resting on top of his notebook. His eyes were focused intently on the reports before him, his expression unreadable. Occasionally, he would jot down a note in his notebook, his face hard and focused. The oppressive atmosphere in the room seemed to weigh heavily

After the New Year's holiday had ended, the bustling atmosphere quickly returned, accompanied by the inevitable cold of winter and the hope of a new beginning. On the streets, roads covered in snow or a light winter fog still gleamed with the bright headlights of passing cars. People bundled in thick coats, scarves wrapped tightly around their necks, hurried down street corners with steaming cups of hot coffee in their hands. The sounds of bus and train bells mixed with the rhythmic patter of shoes on the wet pavement, creating a symphony of hasty but familiar footsteps.Inside the office buildings, the lights from tall windows blinked on early in the morning, signaling the return to the rhythm of daily work. Employees were busy organizing meetings for the new year and discussing new strategic plans. The aroma of coffee filled the workspace, accompanied by the constant tapping of keyboards. People chatted about their memories of the year-end holiday while already preparing for a year f

Rye reached for the lunchbox, and as soon as he gently lifted the lid, the delightful aroma and warmth of the food quickly filled the room. Even though Sherry was well aware that Rye would praise her cooking, a sense of nervousness and anticipation bubbled inside her, and she couldn’t help but feel uneasy."I remember you mentioned before that when you were a child, you liked a cute character, so… so this time, I made the lunchbox a little more childish." she explained, her voice laced with uncertainty. Indeed, the lunchbox was reminiscent of something a child might bring to school, with vibrant colors and a playful design, just like those lunchboxes from the cartoons Rye had watched as a child. He had always admired the way mothers would prepare colorful, carefully packed lunchboxes for their kids to take to school. However, he had never experienced that himself, as his own mother never had the chance to prepare such things for him. It was something Rye had always longed for, though h

Sherry stood in the elevator, the confined space filled with a heavy silence that seemed to amplify every sound. The soft but steady beeping marked the passing of each floor, a rhythm that only heightened her awareness of the moment. Her hand clung tightly to the strap of her bag, where a carefully packed lunchbox lay inside. She held onto it as if loosening her grip would make everything within her unravel, spilling into the world in a mess she couldn't control.The sterile white light of the elevator cast an unyielding glare on her face, accentuating the tension in her features. Her eyes flicked toward the digital display, watching the numbers climb steadily higher. She silently counted along, floor by floor, second by second, each moment bringing her closer to the one person who had turned her thoughts into a whirlwind.Her breath escaped in shallow puffs, faintly fogging the sleek steel walls of the elevator. Sherry adjusted the hem of her blouse, her fingers smoothing over the fab