[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

When I was working under Mr. Holmes, my name was Anthea.

Mr. Holmes is a wise and indifferent typical politician. From the first day I started working for MI6, every time I have an extremely accurate sixth sense telling me how tricky the young and elegant man sitting at the end of the conference table is. No less than Claire Green, the cabinet's self-proclaimed "Second Iron Lady".

At that meeting, Mr. Sherlock Holmes took the time to disown me and a group of rookie agents who had just graduated from the military academy. I was different from that group of colleagues. The elite among the elite naturally has the arrogance to look down on others, but my biggest advantage is that I understand current affairs. I try to shrink myself among a group of people as much as possible to reduce my exposure in front of Mr. Holmes.

"I'm very disappointed," the man said slowly, his gray-blue eyes drooping, as if he didn't bother to look up at them, the man's slender bones and joints beat rhythmically on the table, "you should know why? If Sanghe The Royal Military Academy of Sturt continues to add some amateur agents to MI6, and I will consider going to the school to formulate a selection plan in person.”

The man's arrogant sarcasm made many "elite" agents sitting below feel dissatisfied. They were in an uproar and joined the national security department on the first day. Most of them were arrogant and could not bear his merciless attitude hit.

"Report!" an agent shouted, "You haven't seen my ability, this is completely prejudice!"

I scolded a few words in my heart. I don't know which instructor's group this guy was selected from. He doesn't even have the minimum awareness of resisting pressure and obedience. I just beg him not to implicate us all.

There was a meaningful smile on the man's face, and my heart was full of alarm bells. Would it be a good thing to be able to sit firmly in the highest office at such a young age?Not only did I light a wax for that little unlucky bastard from the bottom of my heart.Maybe it was because I sighed too loudly, the man's sharp eyes like a falcon swept over lightly, scaring me so that I quickly closed my mouth and pretended to be nonchalant.

"Orlando Walter," the man narrated calmly. He didn't even turn over the personnel file on the table. I was studying at Eton College, and I kept getting A's in rugby during my school days. I once pursued a junior from your club, but broke up violently after she became pregnant... If your so-called ability means that you were at the end of Sandhurst Royal Military Academy If you took a three-month long vacation in a year just to accompany your No.1985 girlfriend to travel around the UK, I think there is really no need to understand, what do you think?"

Every time the man uttered a word, his face turned pale. Finally, he broke out in a cold sweat and confessed his mistake to Mr. Holmes tremblingly: "Yes, I'm sorry, sir."

This is the first time I met Mr. Holmes. He set the rules for all of us newcomers, and the agent who dared to argue with Mr. was a real warrior. After being sent to Iraq by Mr. Holmes for three years, he unexpectedly Can come back alive.

After I joined MI6, my job was very idle for a time. My daily job was to squat around Buckingham Palace like a pervert, in the name of providing the necessary security for the little princess of the British Empire.

Her Royal Highness is different from other royals I have seen on TV. She is very creative in the way she avoids the secret agents every time. I only remember the most amazing time. No one noticed her. Afterwards, we learned that Her Highness the Princess had slipped away from under our noses. Mr. Holmes withdrew all of our month-end bonuses with a single sentence.

This cast a shadow on my psychology. For a while, when I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was put my palms together and pray that today’s little ancestor would stop running around and causing trouble for us, otherwise my performance bonus would not last. Can't live.

Her Royal Highness has a wide range of hobbies, anyway, she can play whatever she wants, and play whatever burns money.In just a few months, she went from skydiving to bungee jumping, from hang gliding to skiing, and she secretly followed the princess's bungee jumping to cure my fear of heights for many years. It was really not easy.

Most of the time, Her Highness knows our existence with a light glance, no matter how perfect our disguise is, when she is in a good mood, she will even drop by the coffee shop to buy paper cups of coffee for many people, and then accurately find MI6 among a bunch of passers-by Agent, smilingly said to invite us to drink coffee.

Alas, but this kind of life didn't last long. The news of Mr. Holmes' disappearance spread like wildfire in the British government. Back in the office, although my face was pale and my lips were bloodless, I used thunderous wrists to bring some black apples in the cabinet to justice. At that time, I, who had always been obsessed with eating melons, learned that Belinda, Mr. Holmes' personal secretary, turned out to be a traitor !This melon is so big that I almost choked to death.

After dealing with Baron Rosen, the conflict between Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Green became more and more acute. The daily security meeting was full of sex, but he was content, even though Mrs. Green always said hello to him. His teeth were about to be gritted, and his eyes were about to burst into flames, but Mr. Holmes gracefully held a small black umbrella, and his gestures were all steady and calm, as if he didn't take the fight between them to heart at all.

Belinda died, and I was still eating melons, but unexpectedly I ate melons on my own head.The promotion letter signed by Mr. Holmes was placed on my desk. Under the envious eyes of the people around me, I became the new personal secretary of Mr. Holmes.

I think... the position of this secretary is poisonous, is it too late for me to resign now?

"Anthea," Mr. Holmes called me into the office and handed me a document. He seldom smiled from the bottom of his heart, and more often he was like an iceman as the rumors said, "Salary, The position also has a series of subsidies and benefits, are you satisfied?"

I dare not say that I am dissatisfied, but there is a question I have to say, "Well... Boss, my name is not An Xiya."

"From now on, you will be Anthea." His face was still pale, probably due to excessive blood loss, "You will be satisfied with the salary. At the same time, in exchange, what I need is your 24 hours a day. operating hours."

"..." I didn't speak, and the hand holding the paper agreement trembled slightly. The string of numbers made me want to sell my soul for money, but the last trace of reason stopped me, "If you don't rest, you will die suddenly. ...Why did you choose me to be your secretary?"

You can't say that you are upset with me?Transfer me to a high-risk position and try to kill me.

"I really recognize your excellent business ability." The man crossed his hands casually, and his sharp eyes locked on me firmly. "If you want to take a vacation, you can write an application one week in advance."

Am I eligible to refuse?No.I am such an unprincipled person who sells his soul for money.

I thought that as the personal secretary of the chief executive of MI6, what I needed to do was to arrange the itinerary, solve affairs, and screen and consolidate information. I didn’t expect to have to be a nanny to take care of the boss’ younger brother and Her Royal Highness the Princess of the British Empire. It’s too miserable.

I have to learn to entertain myself after work. In fact, I have a little secret that I have kept in my heart for a long time. If I tell it, I may not only be transferred to Libya, but I will go directly to Antarctica to see penguins.

Many times, after Her Royal Highness went to Mr. Holmes' office to discuss matters, the gentleman looked at His Highness's back with deep eyes. I have never seen him like that, as if his eyes contained complex emotions that almost swallowed his reason. It surged, and after two or three seconds it would be well suppressed by Mr. Holmes.He has reverted to his ruthless side as a politician.

I don't know what kind of emotion His Royal Highness has for Mr. Holmes, but the struggle time in Mr. Holmes's heart is getting longer and longer. I once regarded him as an "ice man" who has no emotional temperature. For him, reason is more important than emotion. Unnecessary feelings are the poison that hinders the high-speed operation of his brain. He is more like a computer center that masters all information and information from above.

It can be seen that he has been struggling with his inner reason. I thought this state might last forever until he completely eliminated useless emotions from his brain.

On the one hand is the British princess, and on the other hand is a government official. No matter how you look at it, the two are like parallel lines. The best protection for them is that they do not intersect each other.

"Boss, tomorrow is the day when Her Majesty the Queen will attend the charity commemorative event, and it is logical that Her Majesty the Princess should also accompany her." I stood at his desk and reported my work in a flat manner.

"Confirm the security again. In addition," he rubbed his temples and sighed, "Michael X can be properly disclosed to Sherlock and let him play. It would be even better if we can find out who is behind the scenes."

"Yes, boss."

I closed the door politely, and outside stood Mrs. Green's youngest daughter, Susanna.Every time she came to Whitehall she was well-groomed, and her intentions couldn't have been more obvious.I thought contemptuously in my heart, but I still showed a polite attitude, "Hello, Miss Green."

"Well, is Mr. Holmes there?" She bit her lower lip lightly, blinking her big beautiful eyes.

"BOSS is in the office, do you have an appointment?"

"...No," she pulled the scarf, "Can I go in directly? I have important things to do."

"Wait a minute, I'll speak to the boss."

I rolled my eyes hugely in my heart, and didn't even want to knock on the door to disturb Mr. Holmes's review of the documents. I lowered my head and quickly edited a text message on my BlackBerry to ask if he was free to meet with Suzanne Green.

"Send me away, thanks. -MH"

I put away my phone and regretfully said: "Sorry, BOSS is busy right now, you can come back another day."

After fooling Miss Green, I felt a sticky and cold gaze like a poisonous snake falling on me. My sixth sense has always been very accurate. When I looked up, it was indeed Claire Green, standing on the railing on the second floor and looking down at me condescendingly. That look was so terrifying that it seemed to burn a hole through me.

It is really difficult to be Mr. Holmes' secretary well. You have to adjust yourself in an atmosphere that makes you physically uncomfortable and try to adapt to the environment. I think this year's bonus should be made up for mental damage.

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