[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

It was already late at night, and Catherine quickly moved from Irene's car to Mycroft's car.

Everything felt better without the smell of car perfume.It's a pity that as soon as Catherine sat down, a certain fat man changed his previous attentive attitude and said quite businesslike: "You can turn off the recording interference. This will overlap with some equipment in my car."

Catherine shrugged, and pressed the small device in the black umbrella with some helplessness. "I think you should be able to understand. After all the investigation, one of the ways Irene uses to control people is through recording. It's an old method, but it's still useful."

Mycroft nodded noncommittally.At his gesture, Cynthia played a piece of jazz. o

"It's hard for me to imagine that the record in your car isn't something like 'Symphony of Destiny'."

"I'm not the boring old man you imagine. I like Shakespeare, but occasionally watch X-rated stage plays."

"So we're building a new paradigm now? How would you like me to see you?—someone who shares my interests and can talk to?"

"Oh! Maybe it was a mistake for you to send to Oxford to study. You look like those students who don't know how to adapt. You only have one day of class, and you only know how to copy the knowledge from the books."

"But you're obviously still the traditional gentleman who changes several outfits a day. So? What's the reason you're looking for me this time?"

"Cynthia is going to be promoted. There is a vacancy for my secretary position, maybe you have some recommendations for it...Of course, if you can take the job in person, we can also negotiate a suitable price."

"Just discussing her replacement in front of your secretary? Cynthia, do you occasionally feel that your boss is a cold-blooded...iceman?"

"Iceman? Some people do call him that in private." Cynthia, who was driving, was unmoved and teased her boss following Catherine's words.

"Then you are still working for such a person? I don't think this man will keep his promise."

"Whether you believe it or not, the boss did it." Cynthia parked the car in a parking space on the street, turned her head and said quietly, "Miss Nolan competed with her for the position of secretary, but she gave up in the end. I’ve come so far, that’s all.”

Catherine was taken aback by Cynthia's answer.Referring to her sister who is about to get married, she said helplessly: "Is her wedding coming soon? Can I know how she lost the chance to be Mycroft's secretary?"

That's a long story.Cynthia glanced at Mycroft through the rearview mirror, and after getting his consent, she slowly revealed the whole story.

"Miss Nolan once talked on the phone with his friends during the assessment period, and used the public network to social media."

It's not that there are express regulations that don't allow this. There is a special department in mi5 to control the dissemination of information on social media.But if you want to show off your work and family status like Miss Nolan, it's another matter.

"I didn't see this from her recent information? Then what is the opportunity to change her?"

"After failing to compete for the position, Ms. Nolan couldn't accept the fact of failure for a while. She came to see me and mentioned... In her memory, there has always been a younger sister. It is not close, but it does exist. —I corroborated her statement," added Mycroft.

"This has become her motivation. For a long time, Miss Nolan has been actively striving for opportunities to express herself. She hopes to find her sister one day."

But she has lost the best opportunity, and in the days to come, she can only be a powerless insider.

The black car stopped in front of a five-star hotel.This hotel is very businesslike.Catherine could still see business people in suits and leather shoes walking in.

"Well. Is this another mi6 stronghold?" Catherine got out of the car. She was dressed in black clothes, which made people look like she was going to do bad things at first glance, which did not meet the definition of formal clothes at all.

"Of course not. It's just a personal request for help. . . . a night of long talks."

Mycroft threw up his arms and let Catherine take him.The two walked up the stairs as if attending a banquet.

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"Obviously, you are late for class. Nolan." Catherine pushed open the classroom door and rushed into the classroom.She apparently overlooked that the place where she studied was in Oxford, not some other corner.

The eyes of the entire classroom were focused on Catherine.The old professor who was concentrating on lecturing on the podium was startled by the sound of Catherine pushing the door.

The gray-haired old professor only needed to flip through the roll call on the podium, and he called out Catherine's name directly.This is not only because of the special mark of the transfer students next to Catherine's name - this kind of students directly promoted by mi6 is very rare, and qualified teachers usually turn a blind eye to such students.

Catherine was the only student who was late for half a class on the second day of school.It's not justified if you don't punish him a little bit.

The old professor called Nolan's name out of principle.Another reason is that he is also curious about what is special about this student.

"I need your reason for being late to class. If you tell me...you overslept, got stuck in traffic, or sent a pregnant woman to the hospital, then several classmates before you have already said it. So...give me A different reason... better convince me."

The students in the classroom couldn't help but look at the classmate who said the reason for being late.The old professor pointed out several latecomers in one go, and made people unable to refute.

This kind of comedic humor that is common in movies made Catherine look a little more at her professor in surprise.By the way, she finally realized that this place was not in her unreliable high school where teachers beat students' heads, but in a well-known university.

"Uh...in fact..." Catherine was so full of professional vocabulary that she couldn't think of any reason to ask for leave.

"She's on the night shift at McDonald's...she even served mine this morning. Is that you? Nolan!"

Someone was sitting in the back row and booing. When Catherine turned to look at the speaker, the expressions of these people were all the same, and it was impossible to tell who said it.Obviously, this pattern has been around for a long time.

But that didn't bother Catherine.She only needs to rely on her intuition to be sure that the person who satirized her just now is the boy sitting against the wall in the back row.He looks good, and the platinum stud on his right ear makes him look a bit foolish, different from other classmates.

Looking back, under the expectant eyes of the old professor, Catherine continued to think about the reason for her being late.

Strictly speaking, Catherine exchanged some information with McColloft yesterday, and then divided some accusations about Moriarty.Victoria's defection strengthened Catherine's determination to stand on McCorroff's side.

But how to tell the professor?

——I'm grabbing territory?Or... did I get a room in the hotel last night?

A series of barrages flashed through Catherine's mind, and finally Catherine said: "I didn't work at McDonald's, I worked at Papa John's."

After a moment of silence.

"This is your answer? Maybe in the future I will stipulate that when I take my class... the reason for asking for leave cannot include staying up late to work!"

Those who can study at Oxford either have a high IQ, or their families are very rich.In either case, it wouldn't be reduced to working for Papa John's.

What's more, a piece of clothing on Nolan's body can be compared to a month's salary of a part-time job.On the contrary, he has some wrinkled clothes and her tired appearance, and he can see the shadow of a sleepless night.

"Sorry, Professor. There won't be a next time." Catherine apologized obediently.Under such a pure expression, the teacher usually let it go.

The boys in the back seat were still unwilling to let Catherine go.He said to Catherine in a high-profile manner: "Which Papa John's do you work for? Maybe I have also received your service there?"

Such a frivolous tone and indifferent attitude.It's exactly what a kid from a rich family with nothing to do looks like.Catherine frowned and sat down, ignoring the boring student.

The old teacher on the podium seemed to be used to this student's situation.The professor just clicked on his name, and said something warning: "Vitas, pay attention that you are in class."

Seeing that Vitas was still going to speak, he simply said: "Well, Vitas, since you are free, maybe you can explain the characteristics of this language structure for the students."

Catherine sat down and found a textbook from her bag.Today's class is taught by a professor from the English Department.In the process of studying criminal psychology, it is often necessary to judge useful information by analyzing the murderer's language and their accent.

The grizzled professor knows this well, and his accent exudes a certain professionalism—a tight Cockney accent that fits him like a three-piece suit.Totally Mycroft-esque.

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Heck!

Damn Mycroft!

Catherine raised her forehead, she soon realized that she was abnormal this morning.Catherine has not escaped the name McColloft.Talking all night allowed her to better understand the man she has been paying attention to and has been paying attention to her.

It is different from the role setting in the formula book.After a long talk, Catherine developed a liking for the man who was good at quoting from sources, citing scriptures, and full of his own insights.

It is undeniable that Mycroft is a guy who is very good at gaining favorability in his working state.

When Catherine recovered, the professor had already called her name.