Blake sipped and looked at the two people discussing in the conference room, one was his boss, Mayor Anthony, and the other was the advertising director of Barton Daily.
Here at the headquarters of the Barton Daily News, the reason why the mayor came in person is that the results of the first round of polls have been obtained. After seeing the first feelings of the people of Barton, the open competition for the mayoral election has begun. The first priority - Don't laugh, it's advertising.
It's already lunch time, and the reason why the mayor is still talking to the other party is that Ethela, who also attaches great importance to advertising, has swayed the mayor's side. She kept occupying the advertising director until it was time to break, and then she let him go and left with satisfaction. The mayor only has so much time left. Please don't say that you can continue in the afternoon. The mayor is very busy and has a city to manage. He is not as free as Aisela and can plan his schedule as he pleases.
Blake looked at the conference room with some worry. Fortunately, the advertising minister didn't show any irritation and was discussing with the mayor seriously.
It should be a good thing, right? The advertising minister can be patient with the mayor, but Blake doesn't feel that the other party is willing to be patient with him. Blake also wants to talk to the head of the advertising department of Barton Daily about something.
I don’t know if you still remember that Zach once completed a commission to ask Blake not to talk nonsense at the dinner party. In addition to being a public relations officer for the mayor's office, Blake also has his own 'career'. He told Zach that he would open a consultation hotline for a certain group of people. To do this, he needed someone willing to advertise the hotline.
Blake hoped, no, counted on, that after the mayor finished talking to the other party, he could have some time of his own to propose it to the other party. But now it seems there is no hope. Everyone knows that hunger is counterproductive to people's tolerance. No one will be in the mood to understand others when they are hungry.
And what Blake hopes for requires a big heart.
Blake pursed his lips, gave up, leaned against the meeting door, and shook his head helplessly. Forget it, there is no need to be hungry here, go to the restaurant to find something to eat, and by the way, you can also pack one for the mayor, so as not to have to listen to the mayor complain about Gina (female secretary)’s healthy vegetables all afternoon combo.
The smoothly descending elevator paused, the elevator door opened, and two newspaper employees with work IDs on their chests walked in. They glanced at Blake, who was leaning in the corner, but showed no reaction and continued chatting.
"I'd like to take the afternoon off," the blonde said.
"What's wrong?" the brown-haired woman asked.
"bother."
"Haha, you are annoyed every day."
"No, you don't know. I've been harassed by a crazy person all morning."
"Uh, is that what you're talking about..." The brown-haired woman looked back at Blake.
Blake was very conscious. He lifted the visitor's badge on his chest, then lowered his head, showing a look of 'please pretend I don't exist'.
The brown-haired woman smiled and turned to her companion, "Is it the woman who insists on saying that she is a wanted criminal, Elena Mokawi?"
Blake wasn't there, so he just listened quietly.
"Yes!" The blonde woman's tone was extremely impatient, "Have you also been assigned her phone number?"
"Humph." The brown-haired woman shrugged, "I think all the operators in our complaint department have been turned over by her. xx and xx were telling me about this woman before."
"Then why was the call transferred to me in the end!" The blonde was unhappy, "I just convinced her to hang up the phone because we were off work!"
"She asked if you have working hours?" The brown-haired woman raised her eyebrows.
The blonde looked pained and said, "Asked."
The brown-haired woman patted her companion and said, "Please take leave. You can't restrain her. She will continue to beat her in the afternoon, and you will be the one to pick her up."
"Why?!" The blonde glared at her companion.
"Do you want me to tell the truth?" The brown-haired woman tilted her head.
"truth!"
"Because you have the highest number of customer service complaints among us, and your service attitude is the worst." Before the blond woman got angry, the brown-haired woman hurriedly said, "So for troublesome guys, the bus will be transferred directly to you. You put an end to those guys' thoughts."
The blonde actually rolled her eyes, "I knew being mean was a skill."
Blake lowered her head and started playing with her fingers.
"On the contrary, you can't do anything about that woman." The brown-haired woman seemed to be used to her companion's reaction, and curled her lips, "I have to think about what I should do if you ask for leave and the call is transferred to me in the afternoon. "
"Don't think about it, I tried every method!" The elevator stopped, the door opened, and the blonde woman stepped out of the mezzanine restaurant on the second floor first, "Didn't that woman say that she was the wanted person, but the wanted person was wrong. , the name is also wrong, I asked her to provide personal information, what do you think her name is?"
"What?"
It wasn't that Blake wanted to continue eavesdropping on other people's conversations. It was obvious that they were all here for food, so they were traveling the same way.
"Evelyn Molkawi." The blonde curled her lips, "Yes, it's still Mokawi."
"Well, she can't really be wanted..." She received a blank look.
"Ask her to provide her address and phone number."
"She won't really give it to her."
"I don't have an address, but I gave him a phone number, a public phone."
"Well."
"xxx" the blonde reported her number.
"The area code, uh, seems to be Iowa."
"That's it." The blond woman had already picked up the dinner plate and started to choose the food. "I gave the number to the bus, and the caller ID is the same. Can you believe it, this woman has been talking to us all morning on a public phone!"
"Well, we should call the police."
The blonde dug a big spoonful of beans and stared at her companion, "I've called the police in her city."
The brown-haired woman took the spoon, but she didn't seem to be in the mood to eat beans, and handed it to Blake, "Then what?"
"Then the police told me that the same case had already been reported in the local newspaper in their city."
"Uh, what's going on?"
"The woman first harassed the local newspaper that reprinted our report. The police over there called the police. The police checked the public phone she used. They couldn't find anyone at all. They decided it was a prank! But the local newspaper over there has been Harassment, and in the end she was so annoyed that she had no choice but to give the news source to us." The blonde gritted her teeth, "So she started to harass us!"
The two female employees handed over their meal coupons, but Blake could only take out cash, "No change required." Blake followed them with a dinner plate, listening to the story. How could he not finish the story.
"Then... what can we do?" The brown-haired woman asked sincerely. Her companion had decided to eat beans, so he would never stay in the office in the afternoon. Well, no need to explain, Pacman farts... So that nervous woman will definitely become a huge obstacle to her afternoon work.
"There's nothing we can do." The blonde valued the seat by the window and walked over easily. Her tone now carried a sense of freedom, "Anyway, it's impossible for us to change the report. This kind of report is sent directly from the police. The press release must be correct. We didn’t make any reporting errors, and we didn’t even have to report complaints.” After sitting down, he actually felt a little proud and patted his companion, probably to comfort him, “I can only hold on. The news is correct.”
Blake sat down at the table next to them, put a mouthful of beans into his mouth, frowned, spit it out, and pushed the beans aside. He actually didn't know what food he had packed just now, but now he realized that he still had to work as a public relations officer for the mayor's office.
"Uh." The brown-haired woman seemed to have lost her appetite. She was actually doing the same thing as Blake, fiddling with her food but not putting it in her mouth. "What should I do? What should I do..."
Blake just put a mouthful of food in his mouth, coughed and spat it out, glaring at the smiling Zach who sat down opposite him.
"Ah!" Ignoring Zach for now, the brown-haired woman had a breakthrough, "I know! We can do the same! We can tell that nervous woman that it is a press release from the police! The source is not our Barton Daily News, but the police station! If she wants to correct her mistake, let her go to the police!"
"Uh..." The blonde opened her mouth, "The other person is just crazy. Are you sure this is a good idea..."
"No..." The brown-haired woman continued to fiddle with her food.
You can take care of Zach.
Zach seemed to be listening to this story too. Now that he had finished listening, he put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Blake's meal with a strange expression.
Blake spoke up, "Why are you here?"
Zach pushed the newspaper, which had been folded. What was displayed in front of Blake was an obituary—
'The funeral of Southern District Police Chief xx Pierce will be held this Saturday at the Holy Child Church in the Southern District... '
"Let me correct the printing error." Zach tilted his head, looked back at the blonde again, and curled his lips with unclear meaning.
Blake already knew what Zach was talking about. There was one word missing from the obituary, 'former chief of the Southern District Police Department.' "You don't need to come in person for this kind of thing."
Zach put his hands on Blake, getting closer so that his voice could be lowered, "No, but when I called and pointed out this mistake, the operator's attitude was very bad, as if I was her biggest enemy in her life. "
Blake looked at Zach's eyes tilted back, tilted his head with a complicated mood, and glanced again at the blonde who was chewing beans. Life is full of coincidences.
Zach shrugged, "It made me give up the idea of solving it through normal channels. But I don't blame her. It sounds excusable. It was me who unfortunately interrupted her intimate communication with a certain neurotic lady. .”
Blake shook his head, forget it, let's not tell Zach that he was a man who regarded being mean as his specialty. It's rare to be forgiven by a vampire, so cherish it.
Zach curled his lips, "Maybe my request and attitude are indeed a bit unreasonable."
Blake pursed his lips, not quite understanding, maybe there was a missing word.
Seeing that Blake seemed confused, Zach began to explain thoughtfully, "I blame this obituary written by an intern. Pierce died as a low-level criminal who deserved to be ostracized from society. The report was in yesterday's newspaper. On the same page, today's obituary inexplicably returns Pierce's identity to his original position as police chief. You see, such a huge gap in identity is so insulting and disrespectful to the deceased."
It was an absolute travesty, and Blake was beginning to think that even without a woman with the same nerve, a call like this from Zach would be treated meanly. Seriously, this is just an obituary. Should tomorrow's newspaper state that yesterday's funeral for the police chief was wrong. Out of respect, it was changed to a funeral for the former chief who is now a criminal.
Blake shook his hand, not wanting to continue this topic, "It's break time now, you're late, you have to wait until the afternoon."
Zach shook his head helplessly, "I've been here a long time ago." He gestured out the window sideways, "I found your car, I knew Anthony was there, and I also found Aisela's car, so I didn't want to come up. If I touch Yeah, it's so embarrassing." Embarrassed? It's quite embarrassing. Anthony didn't use Zach's alien power at all, but Aisela firmly believed that Anthony did. Think about what would happen if the three of them met face to face
To give you an ongoing example, Eve Rimmer.
Please remember that relationships built with misunderstandings and lies are always awkward.
Blake grabbed something and looked at Zach with a frown, "When Essela came out, you..."
"Not very pleasant." Zach waved his hand and actually smiled, "I didn't say anything yet. I just shared my purpose of being here in a friendly way, and then I was said goodbye."
Blake didn't know whether to laugh or feel helpless. Aisela should have been furious at those words of respect for the deceased just now! Showing off happily as a vampire in her sore spot. Well, looking at Zach's expression at this time, he is indeed showing off.
"The mayor is still up there talking about advertising." Blake was embarrassed to be happy with Zach. "I will also go to the TV station to talk in the afternoon, but I guess I will be preempted by Ethela again." Blake curled his lips, "I probably The mayor’s schedule needs to be changed.”
"Do you need help?" Zach raised his eyebrows, "I also think Aisela takes up a lot of time."
Blake hesitated, but still shook his head, "No, it's not a big deal." He was a little worried, "You'd better be prepared for what Aisela might do, well, you know, aliens..."
Zach nodded. Blake, who had been used as a buffer between the mayor and Grande, shared information with Grande, so he knew what Zach had done for Anthony, and he also knew about Aisela and Pochi.
"By the way, where's Jackson?" Blake is here, but Necro is not.
Blake frowned, "He didn't follow me today. I let him move around as he pleased."
Zach raised his eyebrows, thought about it, and understood. The commissions Zach himself had made were not so easy to forget. Smiling, but shaking his head helplessly, "You know, you should tell him, you know he will find out sooner or later. When the time comes to face his countless questions, regardless of your attitude or whether you can accept it, you will regret that you didn't take the initiative Tell that person." Zach spread his hands, "This is the same as the reason why you want to open a hotline. Your purpose is to help people like you know this group better. But you yourself , but you are hiding it from the people around you, don’t you think something is wrong?”
Blake pursed his lips, not wanting to hear this. Because, what does Zach know? Zach is not 'this kind of person'. How can he say that this or that group is just a vampire? Well… (.)