[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

Freya stayed in Wayne Manor until after two o'clock in the afternoon, and Bruce drove her to Wayne Manor himself.

"I apologize for my original intention, Freya, I know you don't like being harassed by the eyes of the media all the time." When we parted, Bruce said, "Now that the night is over, I will not discuss the following negotiations." Participate in it, and that also kills the news the most."

He paused, then half-jokingly said: "If you can maintain your previous level and gain the upper hand this time, I think maybe I'm the one to worry about."

"The consultant of the Anson Consortium left sadly after being toyed with by Wayne for a few days, or did the Nemesis lose her fortune because she was dissatisfied with Wayne's flirtatiousness?" Freya smiled, and she and Bruce kissed each other on the cheek, "Thank you You, Bruce, everything you said today means a lot to me. In return for your generosity and Alfred's warmth, I will be gentle with your representatives."

Bruce gave her a stern look.

Freya opened the car door and walked into the Wayne Building with Anson Gotham General Agent and two secretaries who were already waiting downstairs.

That night, she returned to the hotel refreshed.

For the next three or four days, Freya kept in touch with Bruce.Batman had upgraded her personal phone, allowing them to occasionally text and email.

On Tuesday, after lengthy negotiations, Freya returned to the Mets with her final product, putting a contract worth hundreds of millions on Mr. Davis's desk.But what surprised her was that Davis just glanced at the contract and didn't praise her as much as before. Even people in the whole company showed strange expressions when they saw her.

Freya walked to her office full of puzzlement, and immediately called Amanda after closing the door.

Of course she got bad news.

"The news about you and Wayne has been uproarious, have you hung up for a few days?" Amanda said like a cannonball, "Isn't the boss sending you to Gotham because he likes Amy, and Amy wants to hug Wei? En's thigh? If he just wanted to send someone to Wayne's place to do something, why didn't he just let us go. You are the most stern and good-looking in the company, right? He asked you to go just to let You're trying to save Wayne's face. What's the result? You're more patient than Amy, and if you open any entertainment news website, your headlines will flood the sky."

"He even believes what the Gotham paparazzi say?" Freya was a little speechless, "I always thought Davis was a straight man, but now he behaves like he thinks that Bruce can handle anyone from the bottom of his heart."

"The point is that he chased you last year, what a double whammy of dignity," Amanda said sympathetically.

"I rejected him because I don't want to fall in love with my boss, whether it's an opponent, a partner, or a member of the team. This will affect my performance and reputation." Freya said seriously.

Amanda shushed her. "Pedantic. But he doesn't think so. He's probably thinking about why you women hate the poor and love the rich, but Wayne is indeed a good choice. It's not every day that there are men with a net worth of tens of billions. "

"I'm not in a relationship, nor was I dumped, and I didn't take revenge because of being dumped. To be reasonable, my dear." Freya said weakly.

"OK, you're not in a relationship," coaxed Amanda, who paused for a moment before finally being ambiguous, "but let me tell you, honey, you're doing great. A man like Wayne, Since you can't conquer him, you have to hit him hard."

Freya hung up the phone with a "click".

In the evening she brought the bear back from Clark, and numbly buried her head in its snow-white fluffy fur for a long time.

The big bear doesn't know anything, and can run back and forth on the wooden floor in a "da da da" manner. The big circle "S" card that Clark hangs on his neck to amuse him is pattering, and his whole body exudes a sense of joy. The sour smell of love.

Freya stared at it coldly and went crazy.

I thought that this matter would return to calm after the limelight passed, but after several days of gossiping eyes and Amy's cynicism at the company, Freya finally decided to seriously consider whether to continue working here.Davis is deaf to this atmosphere, as if his consultants are transparent. When the immediate boss is not happy with you, the work environment is never too easy.Soon, the last straw that broke the camel's camel appeared-Davis blatantly violated the contract he had signed with Freya and canceled her semi-free working hours.

That afternoon, she handed in her resignation.

Davis even acted surprised.

Freya didn't look back.Although she was a little depressed, she was still able to control her emotions very well, until she was grooming the big bear at home at night, when she suddenly received a call.

Caller ID is Quinn.

"I heard something interesting." The other side laughed gloatingly as soon as the phone was connected, "So our little Freya finally lost her job?"

"Yes, I fired my boss." Freya answered angrily, "How do you know?"

"I just made a lot of money from Wayne Group, and then resigned from the company in a blink of an eye. Who in our circle doesn't know about this?" Quinn said, "Some of the people his family is using now are still from the company. I dug it here. How about it, since Anson can't do it anymore, should you consider coming to Star City? I said before that I will always give you something to eat, I am not lying."

"Thanks, Oliver, but I'm not going to move the nest yet." Freya plucked the hair from the comb and piled it into a thick layer on the carpet. The house and the environment here have changed, and I’m afraid it’s not good for him to keep moving. Since I’m free now, I’m going to take a rest for a while, and I’ve built a reputation. Isn’t it easy to change companies?”

"What company? The Metropolis can count on one hand the companies that can afford you and make you comfortable. I think the direction you're talking about is dangerous." Quinn said with a drawn out voice.

"Okay," Freya surrendered, "I admit that I'm considering an offer from Lex Industries. I don't like Luthor, but I won't have trouble with money."

"Didn't you always boast that you like a relaxed working environment? The work intensity of Lex Industries is not generally high." Quinn sighed, "And Luther... If you come to my place, I can take care of you more."

Freya said after a while: "The conditions over there are very generous, and the promised vacation is only a lot more than before. I don't know, Oliver, I'm still thinking about it. Maybe you're right, maybe Luther really Not a good choice."

"I can't control you," Quinn said, "but you have to think carefully, dear. Calling you today, two things, first, are you and Wayne serious? I saw you and Wayne Well news, I have known Bruce Wayne for too long, I have dealt with him many times, and every time he comes to a banquet, he brings a different female companion with him. Freya, if you play with him Forget it, if it's true, I'll buy you some tissue paper in advance."

"You may be the 100th person who asked me about this recently." Freya said helplessly, "We just had a meal before the negotiation, and then we got along like friends. The paparazzi took pictures and then the media There's a group party going on, what can I do, put in the papers and declare that Bruce and I don't have that kind of relationship? I'm afraid the ladies of Gotham won't let me leave that city standing up."

"I hope so," Quinn retorted dissatisfiedly, "While Wayne is always boastful when he's in a relationship, there are not a few girls who will die after breaking up with him. Be smart, kid, or at least find a man like me."

"Do you want me to praise you for being in love now?" Freya pushed the big bear's butt to make it turn over.

"Does this still need your praise?" Quinn said, "Then the first thing is over. The second thing is that there is a party in New York this Sunday night, and I hope you can come to it."

"What type of party? In what capacity?" Freya asked.

"A charity dinner, attend as my companion," Quinn said.

"Why didn't you take Dinah," Freya complained. "Speak more clearly, old friend, do you think I'm as easy to deceive as I used to be?"

"I didn't know you would really wish on the Lincoln statue, baby." Quinn laughed.

This sentence seemed to bring back their mutual memories. Freya wanted to say a few words to him, but she couldn't help but also laughed.

After a while, Quinn said: "Okay, okay, let me make things clear. This gathering is reported to be a charity auction, but in fact it is a gathering of giants to talk about things that are closely related to you A theater with a total attendance of 8000 billion dollars, what kind of big fish do you think can pull this fishing line?"

Freya suddenly had a bad feeling.

The sound of Quinn's fingers tapping on the table came through the phone. "Luthor raised an issue, and within a few days Stark voted for it. The content was: Do we need to raise funds to build a new type of laboratory to study an effective global protection system. I got a simple concept drawing, and I Can't describe to you how terrified this is for me. Do you know what that means, Freya? It means anyone, anyone who lives on Earth, be it human or mutant or even alien , as long as he still exists on the earth, he cannot escape the monitoring and attack range of this system."

"Everyone?" Freya exerted force unconsciously, and the big bear cried out in pain, and she patted its back soothingly.

"I don't approve of this. I don't know why Stark approves of this," Quinn said, "but given his previous military background and everything that happened in the past two years, Stark's attitude is not It’s so incomprehensible. For people like us, PTSD is as much a part of everyday life as drinking. What happened in New York scared him, and to be honest, everything that happened in the Met scared me too.”

"I know," Freya said. "He's a hero who has seen fear. They always like to plan ahead."

She stopped what she was doing and stood up. "But I don't like someone hanging the sword of Damocles on my head, especially those with ulterior motives. I will go, I have to go."

"Yes, you must." Quinn agreed, "This is an overt conspiracy. Luthor has justly proposed that we need powerful means to protect the earth from threats falling from the sky. Once this system is established, no matter how long it takes The so-called defense mechanism against aliens and the so-called restriction mechanism against superheroes have been developed. As long as this laboratory exists, it will continue to reduce your strength. Once more powerful and effective weapons are developed, Luther will not Would put it in anyone's hands. He's Lex Luthor, and he may not be richer than some of us, but he's always been farther and farther in politics than any of us."

"You're right." Freya stood still, and she took a deep breath, "Thank you, Ollie, I know you have always been a loyal friend."

"Don't be too moved," Quinn warned her, "I just promised others to watch over your eyes, not to mention that this plan is closely related to me and the people I care about."

After they ended the call, Freya turned on the computer and began to inquire about Luthor's speeches in recent years.

Seeing Luthor's almost fanatical attitude in the video, she couldn't help but shudder.

Lex Luthor has an almost paranoid aversion to superhumans, especially aliens.To make matters worse, he is different from those congressmen who only know how to talk. Luthor is a practical man and an ambitious man. From the day he knew that there is a Superman, he has never let go of researching anything that can subdue him or even kill him. He has openly declared that the earth does not need Superman, and has also included control of Superman in his presidential campaign speech.

This is the second time in a short period of time that people who want to be against aliens have been approached, but this time it is very different.

She is facing a formidable enemy.

Crazy and rational, aggressive and cautious, this man is not only ambitious but also resourceful.Lex Luthor will never stop when Superman falls, and Superman's last breath will be the death knell for them all.

Freya made up her mind.

She opened the email and began to formulate a message for Lex Industries.

She had to figure out what this man had done, was doing, and was going to do.

She just hoped she still had time.

......

The weather was clear and a plane flew across the sky.

Luther was sitting behind his desk, humming an out-of-key song intermittently, and spinning his pen in boredom.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the secretary Moxi came in from the door, holding a document in her hand.

"What is it, dear?" Luther said softly.

Moxie put the file on the desktop.

"Letter of employment," she replied.

Luther sat up straight and pulled the file down in front of him.Just after reading the beginning, his pupils shrank.

Moxi couldn't help taking a step back.

"Mossy, Mossy, you are my bird of good news." Luther laughed, grabbed a pen from the side, and gracefully turned the cap off.

"This is the best news I've gotten today," he said softly. "Sheffield, beautiful little thing. We've been following her for so long and we've finally made progress. If she's not the one we're looking for, She's as professional as any advisor we've ever had. But if she's the one we're looking for..."

He signed his name heavily on the document with the tip of his pen, and the long hook pierced through the back of the paper.

"Then I'm the luckiest man in the world—"

"The treasure jumped into my palm by itself."

The author has something to say: Lai Bald: Professional in trouble, part-time matchmaker, fond of official matchmaking, and occasional flirtatious.