Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena sighed.

"What were your parents' careers?" she asked. "I wonder where you were brought up to be like this."

"Me, my parents?" The apprentice got stuck subconsciously, "Our family has been running a cattle ranch for generations..."

His ancestors took this as a career and accumulated it from generation to generation. After earning some money, he was sent to the college to study architecture.

"Then why don't you go back to herding cattle," Elena said blankly, "This major is not suitable for you."

Although this was a joke, Elena really couldn't bear this student's design level.

She turned her head and walked to Lydia who was redrawing the picture, and looked at her picture.

"Well, not bad," Elena said calmly, "Come on."

Lydia looked up in surprise, "Really?"

She didn't expect that she was actually praised by Elena!It's not easy!

"Yes, draw quickly, draw quickly," Elena said, "Draw again after drawing."

Originally, she wanted to say a few more words, but she thought that it would not be good to neglect Eric, so she had to give up this idea regretfully.

Elena led Eric into her exclusive office.

"Sit," she motioned, "I'll get you a glass of water."

"No," Eric said simply, "no drink."

These words seem to have a tone unique to his speech, a little mocking and a little disdainful.

All right, don't drink if you don't drink.

Elena sat back on her seat again, "Did you already think about looking for me today?"

"I just came to see how stupid you are here," Eric snorted coldly, "It's exactly as I expected."

He looked around with critical eyes, "It's quite simple."

Elena glanced at him, "I designed it myself."

She was not particularly used to the aesthetics of people in this era. Although she was indeed beautiful, it was not her personal preference.

I was working from home the other day because the office was being repainted and decorated.

It looks much more comfortable now, somewhat similar to her modern office.

There is no decoration around, and the simple black, white and gray background, against the cool-toned river view on the wall, makes people feel more peaceful.

"It's okay," Eric said awkwardly.

"Then, let's get down to business." Elena handed him the document in her hand, "I have someone redraft the contract, in duplicate, if you want to, and plan to work in a construction firm, you can take a look at it."

Eric pushed things away a little brutally.

"I just came to see your joke," he said persistently.

"Don't you want to take a look at the contents?" Elena lifted the teapot on the table and poured herself a glass of water. "I think you can take a look first, and then think about whether you want to join."

She signaled Eric to open the file, while she held the warm water in her hand and let out a comfortable sigh of relief.

Eric opened the paper file bag according to the method she said.

It was just a contract.

He took out the contract and read it word by word.

This contract is not the same as that usually signed between architectural firms and architects. In terms of rights and responsibilities, it is more in favor of architects than the firm that hired them for architectural design.

At the same time, what is interesting is that this contract not only stipulates the working time of the architect, but also limits some obligations of the head of the architectural firm.

Eric turned the contract to the end, and the firm even had unshirkable responsibility for the architect's physical condition.

It even lists the compensation classification in detail.

"How is it?" Elena put down the teacup and clasped her hands, "Can you accept it now?"

She said lightly, "Mr. McFarlane, the lawyer who was framed a few days ago, expressed his apologies for what happened to me, and I asked him to draw up this contract—"

"I don't think it makes sense for you to do this," Eric interrupted her, and said in a harsh tone, "I don't think it will do you much good..."

"I'm happy," Elena said simply. "For me, I think this is the right thing to do."

She said jokingly, "You don't really think you can refute it, do you? I'm the one in charge."

For a moment Eric seemed to lose the ability to speak.

"As you wish," he said after a while.

Seeing Eric sign the agreement, Elena calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, another brilliant architect has sold himself to her.

To be honest, she hadn't thought much of inviting Eric to join the architectural firm.

After all, Eric is not short of money, and the only thing she can impress him with is fame.

So Eileen showed a sincere attitude, and found someone to draw up a contract that she thought was more customary.

She is not very used to the contracts that are popular in the construction industry now. The physical and mental oppression on ordinary architects is too great, and they even force them to continue to work in order to get the salary that should belong to them.

Elena originally wanted to chat with Eric about other things, but she was interrupted before she could say a few words.

There was a bang bang bang bang sound like a door being smashed, and Elena stood up to open the door, only to see the count with an angry face.

The earl carefully scanned the room inch by inch with probing eyes, not letting go of any corner.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he reluctantly let go of his heart.

"Come on," said he, "the carriage is ready."

At this point, you can go to the theater in advance.

Elena looked at Eric beside him a little hesitantly.

"Father, I'm still working," she said, "I still have someone to receive..."

The count glanced at her coldly, then stretched out his hand and pulled Elena out.

Before Elena could react, he closed the door heavily.

The count said simply, "Not now."

He dragged Elena over there, "Don't hang out with those dubious people."

Eric, who just opened the door, subconsciously turned cold when he heard the words.

Elena was a little dizzy by the earl.

She laughed helplessly, "Stop joking, I don't think there is anything wrong with Mr. Eric."

"Anyway, you are not allowed to associate with him!" the count ordered.

"Then who is not dubious in your eyes?" Elena asked back.

The earl groaned for a long time, "...like Miss Bennet."

It's better to be ladies, if not ladies, then ladies are fine.

The count wanted to continue talking, but when he raised his sleeve, a candy accidentally fell out of his pocket.

Elena looked straight this time.

The count was also stunned, and after a while, he found his voice.

Knowing that he made a mistake, he added unwillingly, "He's dressed like a drama actor, he doesn't look like a decent gentleman..."

"But you also like sweets," Elena pointed out calmly, "It's nothing, everyone has different hobbies."

She switched to a gentle tone, "Look, father, you can't judge people because of prejudice..."

The earl had a sullen face on the surface, but the villain in his heart covered his ears in pain.

He really doesn't want to listen to his daughter educate him

Eric, who was sitting outside the car, quietly listened to the conversation between the father and daughter in the car, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He glanced back at Elena, his eyes were quite gentle.

The count originally thought that Elena would continue to chatter until the carriage stopped, but he didn't expect that Elena stopped after saying a few symbolic words this time.

This surprised him a bit, but since it was a good thing, the Earl didn't bother to worry about it so much.

Finding Elena resting on the carriage, the count was relieved.

While carefully moving his daughter's head to his shoulder, he secretly opened the hidden compartment of the carriage.

Then he took out a piece of snack that had been prepared a long time ago, and ate it carefully.

After taking two bites, I always felt that I was being stared at, which was a bit uncomfortable.

As soon as the count looked up, he met Eric's probing eyes.

Glancing at his sleeping daughter, he glared at Eric fiercely, motioning him to let go of the curtain.

Why, no one is allowed to eat snacks?

Noticing that Elena moved beside her, as if showing signs of waking up, the count quickly sat up straight, and tried to drive away Eric with his eyes.

Eric lowered the curtain helplessly and turned to the front.

He looked at the butler next to him, and the words lingered on his lips several times without saying a word.

"Just get used to it," said the butler sitting next to him calmly, "Your Excellency has always been like this."

Today's play is "Vera", and it was already a bit late when Elena and the others entered the stage.

When several people walked through the long and narrow corridor and found their own seats, the crimson velvet curtain had been slowly opened.

Elena leaned on the comfortable and soft seat, and couldn't help yawning.

She held back the drowsiness that would unconsciously appear at such a moment, and patiently looked at the design of the stage.

At the beginning, the ups and downs of the male protagonist's voice didn't arouse her interest at all, but when the female protagonist spoke, Elena couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

She felt that the voice was very familiar.

Elena carefully sized up the "Mrs. Vera" who was standing on the stage, dressed in rich makeup.

She has beautiful long hair, quite contagious body language, and a face as beautiful as a rose.

This person is undoubtedly a very familiar friend of Elena.

She hurriedly took out the theater ticket from her bag, and barely recognized the words on it in the dim light.

Actress, Irene Adler.

"She played beautifully, didn't she?" the person beside her whispered in admiration.

Elena looked at the stranger beside her.

The gentleman, well dressed and holding a book on jurisprudence, seemed to be an expert lawyer.

Seeing that Elena was looking at him, the lawyer smiled sheepishly.

"Did I bother you?" He lowered his voice, "Sorry, I don't come to the theater very often..."

"Are you her suitor?" Elena asked a little surprised.

She pointed down, "A surprise?"

She saw what the gentleman had put under the seat.

It was a bouquet of flowers, which seemed to be carefully cared for and taken to the theater, carefully hidden.

"Ah, actually, I admire her unilaterally," the gentleman said awkwardly, blushing and shy, "but it's true... I'm indeed pursuing her."

The author has something to say: Today is back to school day, there are a lot of things, so I will update QAQ a little late, sorry 555

"Vera" is Wilde's early less well-known work. It tells a story of rebellion in an area under the rule of the tsar. a bit)

Irene Adler married a lawyer in the original Sherlock Holmes scandal case

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