After Bryden and Janet had a big argument, it was as if nothing had happened. Janet brought up her recent troubles, "Being a celebrity is such a high-pressure job. It's really challenging my mental toughness. Lately, my Twitter and Facebook comment sections are full of people bashing me." Bryden got angry instantly, "What are they saying? What right do they have to bash you?" Janet shrugged, "What else? It's because of that reality show with Lucas. He and Olivia were such a hit as a duo, and a lot of fans can't stand me. They came to bash me and tell me to quit the show. Haha, but it doesn't bother me at all. All they can do is talk. Besides, Olivia quit, and I stepped in to save the day. Lucas really appreciates it." "Save the day?" "Of course," Janet said proudly, "Lucas was too scared to continue filming with Olivia. I was his lifeline. Oh right, today’s his concert. It's about time I go support him." Janet stood up and waved at Emily, "I'm off." "Go ahead," Emily said, looking stunned, "Since when did she get so close with Lucas? I was just helping him with his costume yesterday, and he didn't mention anything." Mr. Satan shrugged, "Janet likes to make friends. Let her be." "But—" "Alright, even her mom doesn’t interfere, so you shouldn’t either," Mr. Satan's eyes flashed as he spoke softly, "Emily, are you hungry? Should I get some snacks for you?" Emily shook her head, "I'm not hungry. Didn't you just say we were going home to have dinner with grandma?" "Yes," Mr. Satan replied, "Then sit here for a while. I need to discuss something with Bryden." So, they needed to have a private conversation. Emily didn’t want to interrupt. "Go ahead. I’ll wait here." Mr. Satan nodded and looked at Bryden, "Let’s go. I’ll answer all your questions at once." Bryden stood up and followed him to the elevator. Dylan soon arrived, carrying a cup of hot milk. He placed it in front of Emily with a grin, "The boss asked me to bring you something to eat. How does this look? If it’s not enough, I can get more." As Mr. Satan's assistant, Dylan was usually very busy. Emily said, "This is fine. You don’t have to stay here. Go on with your work." "No way. The boss said I have to stay with you," Dylan sat across from her and sighed, "Don't send me away. Chatting with you gives me a break." Emily smiled and nodded, "Alright, you rest then." But Dylan couldn’t sit still for long. After a while, he couldn’t help himself, "Let me tell you about our company." "Sure." Dylan grinned, "It’s your first time here. You must find our working hours strange. This is actually a special system the boss set up. Many employees started with the boss when he founded the company. They’re all young people. Young people don’t like to stick to strict routines. The boss found that creative talents are most inspired between 6 PM and 1 AM, so he scrapped the attendance system and let everyone choose their own working hours. The boss was a trailblazer. Now many companies are copying our schedule." Emily nodded. So that’s how it was. She had never been involved in business and didn’t know much about management, but Dylan explained it clearly and simply. This system did attract young talent, which would greatly increase creativity. "Do you admire our boss?" Dylan looked like a fan, his eyes sparkling. Emily nodded slightly, "I do." "That’s the spirit," Dylan continued, "I admire him too. I graduated from an Ivy League school. I turned down offers from many famous companies on Wall Street to follow the boss. I watched him build a business empire in ten years. Who else can do that?" Emily had a question, "Dylan, how old are you?" "Thirty-six," Dylan said casually, raising an eyebrow and grinning, "You couldn’t tell, right?" Indeed, she couldn't. Every time she saw Dylan, he was full of energy. Dylan radiated youthfulness. Emily thought he was at most thirty, but he was actually a few years older than Mr. Satan.Dylan looked very pleased with himself, "If you stay happy, you’ll look young. Emily, you should stay happy too, and you’ll be as young as me." Emily laughed, "Okay, I’ll try." …… Second Floor Terrace With many young people at the company, a lot of them smoked. When designing the building, Mr. Satan had a terrace built on the second floor, half the size of a football field, where employees could relax and have a smoke. At this time, there weren’t many people around. Bryden took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, ready to light up, but Mr. Satan grabbed them and threw them in the trash. "Don't smoke. You’re still young, and it’s bad for your health." Bryden was defiant, "You smoked when you were young." "I’ve quit now." "For Emily?" "Yes," Mr. Satan said, "She doesn’t like the smell of smoke." Bryden paused, sighed, "Vincent, I've always admired you. I did everything you did. When I saw you smoking, I thought it was cool and started smoking too. Now I can’t quit." Mr. Satan said seriously, "That’s my fault. I set a bad example." "Yeah, it’s your fault," Bryden said with a huff, "Vincent, I've been so confused lately. I have no one to talk to, so I came to you." Mr. Satan nodded and looked into the distance, "Alright, tell me." "Vincent, do you really like Emily?"