pjbooks Chapter 77 Behind the Desk
Chapter 77 Behind the Desk
Chapter 77 Behind the Desk (1st update out of 4)
Sofia began to have some doubts about life.
She didn't understand, since the man in front of her hadn't gone upstairs to sleep until after 2 a.m. yesterday.
Why did you wash up and go downstairs at 7 a.m.?
Not only did he go downstairs, but he also went out with a DSLR camera, taking pictures for over an hour, and even brought back breakfast for himself.
Isn't he sleepy?
Where does he get such boundless energy?
She covered her mouth and yawned again, then stuffed a bite of bread into her mouth without any flavor.
Sofia forced herself to stay awake and said, "Boss, could you please take me back to my hotel later? I need to change my clothes. I'm staying not far away, near the club from last night."
"You're not staying at Trist's house?"
"No, I've been in Chicago, mainly because my adoptive mother and siblings don't really like me. It's best not to bother them."
"I understand." Bane nodded.
The BlackRock Foundation, where Drizzt works, is one of the top foundations in the United States.
However, within the foundation, he can only be considered a mid-level manager in a branch fund. Putting aside the resources he can leverage, his personal wealth is likely less than that of Clarissa's father, Edward.
Sofia previously attended the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University in Chicago.
It ranks among the top media studies programs in the United States.
In other words, it must have cost a lot of money to train Sofia.
In this situation, it's perfectly normal for Drizzt's wife and children to have objections.
However, if Sofia can succeed in Europe, then all the investment will be worthwhile.
After all, Europe is the real stage for NGOs, more exciting than the United States, and full of ambitious and daring individuals.
Thinking about this, Bane couldn't help but re-examine Sofia across from him, wondering if he could use her to gain access to Europe in the future.
Going to Europe to cause trouble is like a way to avenge those bastards for the burning, killing, and looting they committed back then. A Europe that's half-dead is a better Europe.
Sofia felt a little embarrassed by the stares.
After taking a nap, she simply washed up and didn't put on makeup. Being stared at like that made her feel awkward.
Pretending to bury her head in her bread, she changed the subject, asking, "Could I pack my bags and stay here for the next few months?"
"No, I actually have girlfriends, and more than one. Your presence here would interfere with my intimacy with them," Bane said seriously.
"————" Sophia raised her eyes, which had been lowered, and really didn't know whether she should believe him or not.
"Remember to keep this a secret," Bane said, still very serious.
"————" Sofia was speechless. Her mouth opened for a while before she nodded and said, "Of course, I'm your assistant, so I'm definitely on your side."
"You really are very professional. Hurry up and eat. I'll take you back to your hotel after you finish. We still have a lot of work to do today."
Sofia nodded and quickly ate the rest of the eggs and milk.
One hour later————
On the fourth floor of the association, Clarissa looked at Sofia, who was dressed in a professional suit and had exquisite makeup, and her eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
The executive director's office is a suite—after entering, you first see the assistant's office, and then the executive director's office.
Therefore, upon seeing Sofia here, Clarissa immediately confirmed that her position was assistant.
It's normal for an executive director to have an assistant, but the question is, where did this assistant come from? I've never seen him before.
Even hiring Thea as your assistant would be more reasonable than hiring this woman, right?
He hurriedly went into the inner room.
The door was closed.
Clarissa, consumed by jealousy, pinned Bane against the desk, pressing her body close to his, and asked coquettishly, "Who is that woman outside? I've never seen her before!"
Feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his, Bane smiled and explained, "Trist's daughter, she said she wants to come to the association to study for a few months."
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Are you sure?
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Drizzt," Bane said, wrapping his arms around Clarissa's waist.
After adding points to his physique yesterday, he wanted to go play with Clarissa, but unfortunately, he was delayed by Twisted Fate's matter.
Clarissa naturally sensed the changes in Bane's body. Suddenly, the sense of crisis brought on by Sofia and her instinct for thrills piqued her interest as well.
She glanced up at the ceiling, licked her lips, and said, "Do you think there might be cameras in this office?"
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One sentence instantly brought Bane back to his senses.
This office has changed hands several times; I really don't know if it's safe.
Releasing his grip on Clarissa, Bane scanned every corner of the office, pondering, "I think we should get a professional team to inspect it."
Clarissa, however, pulled Bane's hand back, clearly displeased.
Then she muttered, "I was just saying, where did all these cameras come from? What kind of important department do you think our association is?"
As she spoke, she slowly brought her head closer, her hot breath brushing against Bane's face. She said somewhat dreamily, "MengRan, you smell so good."
"Huh?" Bane chuckled, "Is that something you should be saying?"
Why do you smell so good?
A few minutes later, Bane tilted his head back to give himself some space to speak, and said in a low voice, "The curtains aren't drawn yet."
"The buildings across the street are all two or three stories high, so you can't see them."
After Clarissa finished speaking, she complained softly, "Looks like I should get you a better belt. What's that you're wearing? Even shackles aren't this hard to open."
"Next time I'll wear a red ribbon and tie a knot that's impossible to untie," Bane said deliberately.
"Then I'll have to use scissors. If I hurt you, don't blame me."
Meanwhile, outside, Sofia was racking her brains in front of her computer, trying to figure out how to make the story of children with lead poisoning more eye-catching.
This was the test that Bane gave her yesterday when they were discussing things at the Legendary Gentlemen's Club.
After thinking about it for who knows how long, there was a knock on the door, and the black guy, Little Dahl, poked his head in.
When he saw Sophia, he was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening and tentatively asked, "Are you Bane's assistant?"
"That's right." Sophia stood up from her chair. "Sorry, I'm new here and not very familiar with the association yet. Which department are you in? Do you need to see the Boss?"
"My name is Xiao Daer, from Project Team Four. I start work in the morning—uh, the boss asked me to go with Thea to pick someone up this morning. The person has already been picked up and is outside."
"Understood." Sophia nodded, then walked to the door of the inner office and knocked. "Boss, Darl is looking for you. Is it convenient for us to meet?"
"Wait a minute," Bane's voice came through the door.
Ten seconds later, Bane's voice came again: "Come in."
Sofia then turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping into the office. She saw Bane sitting behind his desk, but Clarissa was nowhere to be seen.
This made Sophia scratch her head, wondering if she was really exhausted.
When did that elegant and beautiful red-haired director leave? I didn't even notice.
Amidst my doubts.
Little Dahl has already entered the room.
He didn't have so many thoughts on it, but happily told Bane, "Bane, Tessa and her lead-poisoned daughter have been brought over. They're downstairs, and Thea is with them."
Bane gripped a marker tightly in his hand, forcing a natural smile as he said, "Go downstairs and wait for me for a moment. I'll finish up my work and come down right away."
"Okay." Little Dahl nodded.
"Sophia, you go with Dahl. We'll be going to the Rouge River later. Help him prepare the props we'll need for the shoot." Bane started pushing Sophia away again.
"Are you planning to take photos at the Rouge River?" Sofia realized something.
"That's right. You can ask Darl or Thea for details; they know the situation." As he spoke, Bane's grip on the pen tightened.
Sofia nodded slightly, didn't ask any more questions, and instead planned to walk out with Dar.
But just then, Thea's laughter came from outside the door again: "I didn't expect we could actually move into this office, hahaha—"