Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

"Charlie is still a child, so he can't compare to the architects you've seen," Barold said with a dry laugh, "Don't worry too much about him, you know, he's not very sensible yet."

"This is my standard for a normal person. I thought that although I didn't see his normality, I still tried to treat him as a normal person?" Elena said frankly, "After all, I didn't treat him as a human being when I was young. You may not be able to be a human being, are you right?"

Barold choked.

He opened his mouth hesitantly, but couldn't think of what to say, so he closed his mouth again.

As stupid as it would make him look like a bubbling goldfish, fuck it!

Could it be worse than being educated again?

Why is a young girl in her prime, so old-fashioned, her first reaction is not love and love, friendly interactions between gentlemen and ladies, but her mind is full of office management, drawing and talent training?

She sounded far worse than Barrod's dead old pedantic father!Barold bet a guinea that if his father were here now, he would have a good time with this lady.

After a while, in order to ease the embarrassment, he introduced a few more words about the origin of the architectural firm.

Elena nodded, and echoed from time to time.

Although the response was milder, it made Barold feel like he was talking to his parents, or welcoming the people on the board of directors.

Barold always felt that he was no longer the general affairs agent of the architectural firm, and seemed to have returned to the era when he was a small worker and was cautiously criticized.

Wait, what percentage did the Molson family invest in the firm?

He swallowed, and was so nervous that he could hardly speak, so he simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Walking silently all the way to the door, Barold looked at his watch.

"Good luck, Miss Elena," he said, "Although I look forward to your joining, after all, I am not the only one who has the final say—"

He opened the door for Elena.

The conference table inside the door was full of formally dressed architects. When they saw a young lady entering through the door, they were surprised for a moment, and they started talking to each other in low voices.

"Please."

After looking around for a while, Elena found the seat reserved for her.

She walked over there with a calm demeanor, while Barrod walked behind her respectfully like a follower.

His buddy gave him a hand when he was almost in the wrong position due to being overwrought.

"Hey, what are you thinking, Barrod," he whispered, "even if this lady is really pretty, it doesn't make you fall head over heels for her?"

"You don't understand," Barold said in a daze, "she is really special."

Her strange aura is really unique.

"Very special? Have you fallen in love with her again?" The friend teased and said, "Miss Countess is not something ordinary people can play with casually. It seems that you want to calm down and get married?"

"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't dare. I feel..."

Talk to her about love?

He subconsciously imagined this scene.

About to embrace the beauty in his arms, suddenly, the beauty in his arms turned into his own father, not only began to preach, but also raised eyebrows at him.

Barold shuddered.

Looking at his friend winking at him, he quickly explained.

"That's all, that's all, spare me brother," he said, "I have great respect for her, great respect. Don't dare to dream."

Elena, who was sitting in the front and was being questioned, was a little confused.

"Miss Molson," the first person asked, "why do you want to come here?"

"If you say it in general, it's for a dream. To be honest, it's because my friend recommended me to come here," Elena replied. "I have not been in London for a long time and I need a job. He introduced me to your business. Place."

"But you did a good job at Molson-Corey, didn't you?" he pressed. "Why are you here all of a sudden? Relationships?"

"No, family issues," Elena asked, "Is this very important?"

"Yes," the person who asked the question first replied, "After all, if it's because of relationship problems, I don't think we need to talk anymore. No firm needs a female architect who runs away because of a broken relationship."

Before Elena had time to refute, a person standing by the window turned around.

"Are you serious?" He asked incredulously, "Female architects? It is impossible and unnecessary for architects to have women. This is the bottom line."

"Keep your manners, Creevey," someone snapped, "at least she's got a better design than you!"

Elena glanced at the front seat, and her old friend Mox smiled at her.

"Who knows if it's her design, maybe her lover put her name on this design, ha," Creevey sneered, "For example, you, Mox, aren't you the Countess? One of my admirers?"

Mox blushed.

"You despicable and shameless villain!" He stood up abruptly, struggling to shake off his friend holding his hand, "I'm really fed up with your endless slander..."

"Do you dare to say that you don't have one?" Creevey retorted, "I was thinking about my teacher's only daughter, but I was kicked out of the house by the teacher, huh?"

Elena was stunned when she heard this.

And this thing?Why doesn't she know?

The two argued with each other, almost turning the interview into a bickering meeting in the House of Commons.

"Enough." An elderly architect adjusted his glasses and stopped the farce. "When are you going to make trouble?"

He turned tremblingly and asked Elena, "Then, Miss Molson, what's your opinion?"

"Whoever claims, who proves it," Elena said briefly, as if what happened just now did not affect her emotions at all, "If this Mr. Crewe thinks that I have made a fraud in the materials submitted to the firm, he should Come up with evidence, instead of blatantly uttering useless words here."

"You're wrong, miss," said Creevey, "if you're going to go on, you've got to prove yourself."

His words were echoed by most, especially the older ones in the front row.

Mox frowned, and was about to say something, but was pulled back.

"Be quiet, Mox," his friend held him tightly, whispering, "Look at those old men in the front row."

"But she is being made things difficult..." Mox retorted, "I can't just watch!"

"You have to, if you don't want to resign," the friend advised, "besides, if she can't survive this, she is not suitable to be an architect."

After all, being an architect is not an easy dance party, and the pressure is extremely high, and one carelessness may cause huge losses.

Mox retorted, "But you can't humiliate a man with those words."

"But she's a woman, an emotional woman who doesn't need to work," said the friend. "Look, I know you like her a lot, but you have to admit that women exist dependent on men and they don't need to work. I believe Many people think so, we promised her to come only because—"

"Just because you want to tease me?" Mox asked a little weakly.

"Because of your recommendation, and because of the people behind her, we can't afford to offend, that's all," said the friend, "Don't be stupid, sending her away is the best choice."

"How do you want me to prove it?" Elena asked curiously.

The tacit attitude of the person in charge in the front row made Elena clearly realize that this office is completely different from her family's.

The Earl's office is simple, clear, and everything speaks to competence.Probably due to the small number of people, there is no shortage of lists, but the architects can choose a little bit.There, listen to whoever does the best.

This building is large enough, but it cannot accept new ideas. The architects who are qualified to sit here are more older than young, and they have a great say.According to the information she saw a few days ago, this firm may not only be becoming more conservative, but also gradually declining.

The original Countess didn't deal with these architect firms very much, and the occasional few times were business affairs, and the Earl was behind her to support her. No one dared to be disrespectful, and it was rare to see such a difficult attitude.

It was the first time she had seen such... crude and stupid discrimination.

Eileen nodded, she had given up the idea of ​​taking a job here now, and it was just to see the situation.

Seeing that she was willing to prove it, the people sitting in the front row whispered a few times.

"If you want me to say, don't worry about it too much," Creevey said, "Have you brought a pen? There is no need for bells and whistles, the most basic drawing is enough to prove everything. The concept map is the soul of a plan."

Once again his words were echoed.

Elena frowned.

"Let's draw up a theme," she said bluntly.

After the formed sketches were smoothly drawn by Elena, and passed on to the hands of the people in the front row, Mokes clearly saw obvious looseness on the faces of the people in the front row.

They discussed and began to wonder whether to keep Elena as the first approved female architect.

"So, where's your apology, sir?" Elena looked at Crewe who was stunned aside.

"I'm sorry," he answered almost through his teeth.

"Then you shouldn't have any more questions?" Elena asked again, "Then I'll..."

Then I will go.

Unfortunately, her words were interrupted midway.

"But I don't think she can be admitted," Crewey retorted.

The unsavory guy walked up to her chair and asked, "Gentlemen, can you really accept that a woman, as an architect, sits at the same table as you and me?"

He repeated again, "Architecture is a man's world, it was and it is. These women only need feelings to survive, not to mention that she will spend her time marrying, having children, and falling in love with her husband .Even if she is good at drawing, she is so young, as a woman, does she know what architecture is?"

Elena felt that this argument was a bit familiar, she thought for a while, as if she had heard it from someone.

"So," she asked calmly, "that apprentice named Charlie Neruda...?"

"It's my student," Creevey said.

Elena nodded thoughtfully.

She simply didn't wait for the first few people to discuss the results, and she also knew that these people couldn't discuss anything.

After straightening out the wrinkled skirt, Elena slowly stood up.

"Then I'm very happy to tell everyone that I don't think the overall assessment of the firm's standard is ideal," Elena said bluntly, "On behalf of the Molson family, I intend to withdraw all capital injections into the firm. "

Her words caused an uproar.

"But you...but you're not in power!" retorted an architect sitting in the front row. "The Earl is!"

Just when Elena was about to answer him, saying that the count had entrusted her with these affairs for a year and a half (and hadn't withdrawn them, and the chapter of the family director was still with her), the heavy door was suddenly pushed open.

"My daughter's words are mine," the earl who hurried over straightened his collar and strode in.

He stood beside Elena, and said to the stunned Crewe, "And you and your apprentice, congratulations, you have been fired."