Yang Ruoqian discovered that the true enemy was not the trip.
The trip was only a body.
The enemy was the thing deciding whether the body could move.
Threshold.
The word had appeared in an operations note.
Then in a finance comment.
Then in an owner email.
That was how dangerous words behaved.
They entered wearing office shoes and left wearing uniforms.
At nine, Yang called a meeting.
"Do not name the threshold."
The assistant lead looked down at her notebook.
She had already written threshold.
Yang saw it.
"Do not write it either."
She crossed it out.
The crossed-out line looked like evidence.
He pointed at it.
"Do not make evidence."
She closed the notebook.
Finance said, "If we do not name the condition for visiting, staff may still apply it."
"Good."
"Quietly."
"Good."
"Consistently."
"No."
Consistency had arrived before breakfast again.
At ten, Yang tried to replace the word.
"Call it mood."
Lu Shuyuan brightened.
"Visit mood?"
