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Eileen stood alone in front of Mad Dog's desk, feeling a bit anxious. The desk looked like the remnants of a battlefield, cluttered with papers, coffee cups, cigarette butts, and other debris scattered everywhere. Mad Dog, the gang leader from the lower streets, was mumbling to himself in a tone filled with impatience and irritation.
Eileen tried to keep herself calm, but she felt her palms sweating slightly. She knew Mad Dog had a volatile temper, which made her even more nervous. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Mad Dog, only to see him furrowing his brow as he flipped through a stack of documents on the desk.
Suddenly, Mad Dog slammed his hand on the table, causing the items on it to jump. Eileen stepped back in fright, her heart racing and a flicker of terror in her eyes. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to calm down, but the fear inside her couldn't be completely erased.
However, to Eileen's surprise, Mad Dog burst into loud laughter that echoed through the office. "Damn! This is just like the content of Resident Evil 4!" he laughed heartily while banging on the table. "Going to a small town to investigate a mysterious cult... damn!" His laughter carried a rough and arrogant joy.
Mad Dog turned to Eileen, his eyes sparkling with surprise. "Eileen! How the hell did I not realize you were talented before?" His tone was filled with excitement and admiration, as if he found Eileen's plan incredibly thrilling.
Mad Dog laughed again, looking very pleased. His laughter made the office feel exceptionally bright, seemingly dispelling all previous gloom. Eileen's heart relaxed a little as she felt a surge of pride and accomplishment within her. She knew that her plan had gained Mad Dog's approval, marking an important milestone on her path forward.
Finally stopping his laughter, Mad Dog leaned back in his chair and pointed at Eileen with his thick fingers. "You’ve got something going for you, girl."
Mad Dog spun around in his chair with delight, the creaking sound echoing in the room. His eyes sparkled with excitement as if he could already see the ratings savior before him. His laughter grew even more boisterous. "This idea is really damn good!" he muttered to himself as if envisioning scenes of success in his mind.
Mad Dog's chair squeaked while the clutter on the desk trembled with his movements. Eileen stood by, watching Mad Dog's smug demeanor while feeling her internal pressure remain unchanged. His evaluation was crucial for her plan, and Mad Dog's reactions were always unpredictable. She couldn't help but recall all the effort she had put into this plan—the late nights spent working, every investigation undertaken, every moment of doubt and anticipation—all seemed to converge into this critical moment.
"Let's wrap it up for now!" Mad Dog finally spoke up with a hint of impatience. "There are other proposals... I'll evaluate them later." He flashed a grin revealing gold teeth, looking radiant as if he was already convinced this plan would make him a fortune. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket and expertly lit it with his rough fingers, taking a deep puff and contentedly exhaling a cloud of smoke that swirled in the air as if dancing along with Mad Dog's laughter.
Eileen nodded, feeling somewhat relieved but still maintaining a cautious attitude. She slowly turned around and walked toward the office door. Each step was careful as if afraid to disturb Mad Dog's good mood. She sensed the laughter behind her gradually fading away as the corridor outside felt particularly quiet.
The moment she pushed open the door, the long-suppressed tension finally erupted; her legs went weak all at once. The light outside momentarily blinded her, making her feel like the whole world was spinning. Mark immediately caught her beside him, concern and worry filling his eyes. "Eileen, are you okay?" he asked softly while steadying her with his arm, providing warmth and comfort.
Lisa hurried over, her eyes filled with concern. "What happened? What did Mad Dog say?" she asked softly, gently patting Erin's back in an attempt to comfort her. Lisa's touch brought a warm sensation to Erin, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Erin inhaled deeply and managed to force a smile. "It's nothing; he's very interested in our plan. It's just... his reaction made me a bit nervous." Her voice trembled slightly, but her eyes sparkled with determination. She knew this was just the beginning; the real challenge lay ahead.
Mark patted her shoulder. "You did well, Erin. Now we just need to wait for his final decision." His voice was deep and steady, giving Erin more confidence.
Lisa nodded and added, "Right, we've done our best; now it's up to Mad Dog's decision. I believe our plan will succeed."
Feeling the support of her friends, Erin felt the pressure in her heart lighten a bit. She took another deep breath, straightened her back, and nodded at Mark and Lisa. "Thank you both; we'll work hard together and definitely succeed." Her tone was filled with resolve and determination, making her feel more grounded.
The three stood in the hallway, absorbing the tranquility of the moment. Erin knew the road ahead wouldn't be smooth, but with such companions by her side, she felt confident facing every challenge.
By afternoon, the atmosphere in the office was particularly tense. Everyone was whispering about whether Mad Dog would grant Erin and her team the $30,000 funding. The chatter rose and fell like an invisible tide within the office. Erin sat at her desk, lightly tapping her fingers on the surface, filled with anxiety and anticipation.
Her eyelids grew heavier; she had barely slept over the past two days preparing for the plan, watching too many videos and reading related articles, her mind overflowing with various information and images. The noise in the office gradually faded into a blur as her thoughts began to drift.
Suddenly, the clamor in the office became oddly distinct for a moment—it sounded like cicadas. The sharp and continuous sound seemed as if countless cicadas were buzzing in her ears. Erin jolted awake from her drowsy state, her heart racing and palms slightly sweating.
This sound triggered shadows in her mind. Over the past two days, she had watched too many videos and articles about mysterious cults and rituals; on some level, cicada sounds gave her a bit of PTSD. Images flashed through her mind: mysterious symbols from rituals, blindfolded followers, and that which symbolized Holy Angel—the Colorful Winged Cicada.
Erin shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off these unsettling thoughts. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. She told herself it was just a psychological reaction with no real threat. However, that cicada sound seemed to linger in her ears, making it difficult for her to fully relax.
Looking around, Erin saw her colleagues still engaged in quiet discussions, their faces reflecting various emotions—some filled with anticipation, others showing hints of doubt, while some appeared indifferent. She understood that this $30,000 meant a lot to her and the team; it was not just funding but also an opportunity to prove their capabilities.
She forced herself to concentrate, recalling Mad Dog's reaction that morning, his toothy grin and excitement about the plan. These memories filled her with a glimmer of hope for the future. Erin knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, she had to persevere.
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