Vol 2 Chapter 21: The beginning of summer vacation in New York

The middle-aged man blinked and couldn't believe it. Angela had already taken off his hat and sunglasses with a smile.
"My God! Chriss!" Vincent cried out in surprise, stood up and hugged the girl, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, you're so old!"
"Yeah, it's been a long time, not even when I was in Los Angeles." Angela held her hands in dissatisfaction.
"You can't blame me, dear." Vincent said a little embarrassingly, and then the words turned around. "Come back, Chris, you will come to New York at least once a year, but you have never seen me."
"Well, this ... let me introduce," the girl immediately changed the subject and pulled Frank. "This is my uncle, Frank Albert. Dear my uncle, this is Vincent Maxim, my father And godfather's good friend. "
"Hello, Mr. Maxim." Frank shook hands politely.
"You can call me, Vincent."
"Okay, Vincent, please call me Frank."
After the two of them embarrassed, they sat down on the sofa in the reception room and immediately began the conversation between men, such as career, Vincent's cultural publishing company. Recently, the economy has not been very good. Going through the difficulties, but Ceo's position has been unreliable. This year, he barely reached the goal, but it is also very dangerous, so he needs to continue to seek Brian's support.
Angela was completely indifferent to this and could not understand anything. The secretary had returned to her office after serving the drink, so she stood up and came to the door of the godfather's office secretly, pushing a gap and wanted to see herself. How does the godfather work?
As soon as the door was opened a little, a low voice passed into the ear: "You originally agreed to a goal of $ 60, Michael, so you should be mentally prepared." There is no urgency, but it has an irresistible force.
"No no no. Brian. You listen to me. The original estimate was just a bit optimistic. Our last quarter's earnings per share were 1 dollar and 5 cents. Each share has increased by 8 cents." A voice was slightly excited. Said.
The girl looked inside secretly. His godfather sat on a wide, high chair. Put one hand on the armrest. Supported his face. Middle-aged man looking blankly at himself opposite to explain the ground. to be frank. Angela has never seen her godfather in this way.
"The original goal was 10 cents," Brian replied coldly.
The man thanking him had sighed, "Brian. Do you really want to care about this penny with me?"
"My stock has fallen. Michael. I don't care about your land. But this penny cost me millions ...."
"Give me another season. Brian. If you still think so. It's not too late to make a decision." "I've heard that twice already. I don't want to listen anymore. Michael!"
The office calmed down, only the middle-aged man named Michael gasping slightly.
"No ... you can't do that, Brian ... without me ... there wouldn't be Bige Sports Equipment." He whispered.
"This cannot be a reason for you to waste my money." Brian shook his head. "I hope you can resign instead of forcing you to step down. I have prepared a contract for you, the terms are fair, but if you do not sign, then the benefits will shrink. The compensation will also be lost, consider, Michael! "
While Angela was still trying to listen, she stretched out a hand and pressed it against the door. Angela was slightly surprised and looked up. Miss Secretary came to the front of her when she did not know when she had her index finger on her lips. Then shook his head.
The girl grinned. Made a sorry gesture. Then quickly left. On the couch, Vincent and Frank were still talking. I didn't notice what the girl just did.
Angela was able to return to her original position without explanation, but she always thought about the godfather's completely different appearance. She couldn't help worrying about Vincent. Although they were friends, their business was official. .
"In fact, if I can publish another best-selling novel, I can solve the current problem. As long as there is a good story, I will certainly pack him well. Then, just ignore me completely. "Vincent said helplessly.
"Well, I don't know much about publishing novels, but why would the author ignore you? Someone would be happy to publish his article as a novel, right?" Frank asked.
"Who knows," Vincent shrugged. "The writers are all weird, like the author of a special issue for Marvel Magazine last month. I wanted it through the editor of the magazine the first time He contacted him, but he never wrote back to me. "
"Well, that's a pity, maybe another publisher that has promised?" Frank asked.
"It's unlikely, as far as I know, at least four or five publishers want to contact each other, but no news."
Angela frowned at this moment and asked, "Uncle Vincent, what's the supplement from Amazing Magazine?"
"Well, a very interesting guy named Blizzard. Obviously this should be a pseudonym. He changed the system of dnd and created a huge world. Although there are only ten stories, the things behind this can be deeply mined. I believe he must have a complete world design, and I have to say that this guy is a genius! ... "While Vincent was still talking eloquently, Angela had folded her arms, tilted her head, and talked about it. The look of sin looked at himself.
But Frank didn't reflect for a long time, and it wasn't until the girl coughed that she returned to her mind: "What? What's wrong?"
"Those letters!" Angela looked at or stared at her puppet, "You never mentioned those letters, the letters the publisher gave me!"
Frank paused for a moment before he realized suddenly: "Oh, I remember, the editor did write, but I didn't know it was about publishing."
"Why don't you give those letters to me? I haven't received any letters except the one I just started using!" Angela posted, glaring at Frank.
"Wait, wait. I think about which drawer it might be in. Or it was taken away by Lawrence, but it must still be in my house." Frank explained, and then said: "You can't blame me for this. , Dear, you write the address as my villa, and you also use a pen name, then it is very likely that something goes wrong! "
"But you are asking me if you can't guarantee that there will be no problem. Your answer is yes! Dear me!"
"Well ..." Facing the still angry girl, Frank hurriedly said, "Look, isn't this great? Vincent is now trying to get authorization to publish your novel. If you knew before, you might choose Another. "
Angela froze, and speaking of it, it was also possible. At this point, Vincent, who was inexplicable, finally found a chance to interject: "Hey, Frank. What are you talking about?"
"Vincent, you didn't want to publish that, in the Marvel Magazine supplement ..."
"Ten Stories of Azeroth."
"Yes. That's the name," Frank said, pulling the girl in front of him and saying with a smile: "The author is here!"
It took a minute for Vincent to reflect over: "Kriss ?!"
Looking at the other person in amazement, Angela shrugged: "You don't think I can't write it? Uncle Vincent?"
"Oh, no. I just think ..." Vincent made a few gestures, "I know you're writing a script, but this is building a huge world system!"
"Borrowing part of the dnd settings, the basic worldview has been completed, maybe we will talk about this in detail now." The girl said with a smile.
"Oh ... not for the time being!" Vincent, the merchant's character, called quickly. "Let's talk about publishing first. How about leaving it to me? Chris? I promise it will be a very good book. Great novel. "
"So confident? You are not afraid of Wan
"Trust me, dear, as long as you handle this novel properly. Absolutely, it has the best-selling rankings!" Vincent said swearingly. "Think about it, the first novel of a genius girl. And it's still such a grand worldview."
"In fact, dear Uncle Vincent, this is just the beginning. I have a lot of ideas about the story of Azeroth. I personally would like to give it to you, but I don't want to publish it in my name. Understand? ? "Angela said, spreading her hands.
"Don't publish it under your name?" Vincent was slightly disappointed, but soon came back again. He was interested in the content of the story. "This is all right, as long as you agree."
"Well then, I will let my agent come over as soon as possible. If it is as good as you say, dear Uncle Vincent, I can introduce a book for you." The girl smiled. Said.
"Is there another book?" Vincent froze, but then left behind: "Say again, I just want to say now, it's great that you promise me!"
At this moment, the office door was pushed open, and the man named Michael, who had been talking to Brian, came out, and his face was astonished, and he strode outwards, even thinking of greeting him. Vincent also turned a blind eye.
"Poor Michael." Vincent shook his head, wondering whether he was fortunate or unfortunate.
Then the woman secretary came over: "Mr. Vincent, you can go in."
And Vincent looked at Angela and then the female secretary, and suddenly laughed: "Well, I think today's appointment can be cancelled." When Brian lifted his head from the desk, he obviously froze.
"What's wrong? Do you think I'm a monster?" Frank sat down in front of him with a smile.
"No, I remember there should be someone else before that, or is he ... gone?" Brian asked, pressing the telephone. "Marcy, please bring two cups of coffee, thank you."
"You're right, Vincent has left, and he has a new goal." Frank unlocked the doubt in his mind.
"Oh? So ... wait, you know Vincent. Frank?"
"I didn't know each other, but there was Chris. There was no way to know it," Frank said with a smile.
"Kriss? You said that Chriss is here too?" Brian stood up with surprise and was about to go outside.
"Hey, don't get excited, Chris is here with me, but she's already gone, leaving with Vincent," Frank said busyly.
"Already gone? With Vincent? Hey, Frank. What the is going on?" Brian was a little confused.
"Simply put, just after I got off the plane, I came directly to you, and Chris followed, saying that she wanted to see your office and then met Vincent when we got here. We After chatting with him for a while, I found that the author of a novel he was about to publish was Chris, so at the request of Vincent, Chris verbally agreed to give him her novel for operation. Vincent found that he didn't need to ask for your support for the time being, and he was ready to leave, and Kris said she had already been here. So I didn't bother you and talk to me, and left with Vincent, that's all. "
"It sounds ... it's complicated," Brian said, taking Marcy's coffee and frowning.
"It's actually simple-thank you, Marcy" Frank also took the coffee.
"My goddaughter has arrived at my door, but doesn't come in to see me. Instead, turn around and leave. Is there anything worse than this?" Brian exaggerated.
"Actually--" Frank said after watching Marcy leave: "I heard Chris was whispering something terrible like the godfather at work before she left. Been to your office? "
After hearing this, Brian paused for a moment before sighing: "In fact, I have never brought her here ... I've always been tough at work and show no mercy ... forget it .lets change a topic."
He shook his head and placed the coffee cup on the table. Quickly came to the file cabinet, opened it carefully, and took out a heavy folder.
"About 20 people are currently suitable. They are all girls in New York and its vicinity. They are selected according to the criteria you provide. Their information is here. You can take a look and choose as the person who came. You know. I don't understand these. "Brian pushed the folder in front of Frank.
"Okay, but aren't you sure you want to tell Jedy?" Frank opened the folder and started flipping.
"I'll talk to him when I'm sure." Brian shrugged, and then said, "This is what I did for Chris. I don't need his consent, if he dare not agree ..."
He smiled and didn't go on, but obviously had absolute certainty. Frank didn't follow up, but carefully read the documents in his hand. He looked and thought, and it took about an hour before choosing 5 of them and handing them to Brian.
Brian didn't go to see who was selected, but stared at Frank for a long while before smirking: "You don't want me to get their custody all over."
Frank spread his hand: "In fact, these five girls have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult for me to say which one is better, after all, Chris is a little older now."
Finally, he knocked on the table and extracted one of those five documents: "If you really want to choose, this is it."
Brian took it over and looked carefully. The girl in the photo looked pretty, but Mei Yuma always gloomy: "Born in 1982 in Brooklyn ... My father was a lawyer. When he attacked the Japanese yen in 1990, Misjudging the situation, and eventually lost everything, and finally committed suicide ... Mother was an actor and singer and ran away with others 1 month ago ... Brother is ... I don't know where to go now at the Catholic Academy ... "
"If the information is true and reliable, no matter what the appearance is, she ’s pretty like Julie ’s lips-the only problem is that she ’s a Catholic, but I ’m taking her to the UK, of course, there are Catholic areas in the UK But you know, our family are Christians, and although I personally don't care about that, but ... "Frank didn't finish talking.
"I believe the truth of the information, as for Catholics ..." He put down the information and laughed. "It's not a problem, is it?"
"It's really not a problem." After thinking for a few seconds. Frank nodded in approval.
"Again, Mr. Tux." Natalie waved at the theater manager, stepped on her bicycle and kicked home. This was the last rehearsal of the summer vacation.
Since starring in "The Killer", she has only received two movies, both of which are supporting actors, and only ended the filming of "Growth" some time ago.
For Natalie, stage play is her favorite, even if she acted as the heroine for the first time in a movie. Although it is just a normal role, although it is only a community theater, she is still very happy to perform. Maybe she will perform on Broadway in the future.
In fact, this has nothing to do with Luc Besson. The French always like to show naked women in the movies to express romance, although at the time of the filming, they aborted because of their parents' opposition. But leaving Natalie a little bit of shadow, he did not like Luc Besson very much.
However, it is strange to say. It stands to reason that she should also resist Angela, but in fact Natalie didn't think about it at all. As for the reason ... maybe because of the painting that Angela gave her? Or did Angela come to see her for a newspaper storm?
Natalie doesn't know. She just knows that whenever she thinks about the scene when they wake up in the morning, she will blush. She always feels that the relationship between them is not normal. In short, unlike ordinary friends.
Soon, she returned to her doorstep, jumped off her bicycle across the fence, and greeted the gardener working on the lawn: "Good afternoon, Mr. Jean."
"Good afternoon, Natalie." The middle-aged man responded with a grin, reminding him, "Yes, you are a guest at home."
"Come here?" Natalie parked her bicycle and came to the door a few steps. Open the door with the key: "Mom and Dad. I'll return ..."
Then he got stuck, facing the sofa at the door. There was a beautiful girl sitting and chatting with her mother.
"Ann ... Angie ?!" Natalie looked at the girl in surprise.
"Hi nat, I'm so glad to see you." Angela waved at her with a smile.
"Come back? Angie has been waiting for you for half an hour." Mother came over to pick up the bag in her hand.
"Hello, Angie ... aren't you in Los Angeles?" Natalie hadn't recovered from surprise.
"I'm here with my grandfather. He's not feeling well recently, and then he'll come to see you by the way," Angela explained.
"Really, may God bless him health." Natalie said, looked at her mother, and then said, "Let's go upstairs."
"Okay." Angela nodded and stood up, then went upstairs with her.
"Nat, you can end things up later." Mom's voice came from below.
"I see, mother." Natalie didn't answer her head.
After coming to Natalie's bedroom, after closing the door, the two didn't speak, and looked at each other for a while before they said in unison.
"I miss you, Angie!"
"I miss you, nat!"
This coincidence made both girls stunned, followed by giggling, and then Angela took a square box out of her clothes pocket and handed it to her: "nat, I have a gift for you."
"This is it?" Natalie took the box and blinked at each other.
"You know me, I never gave you anything, so I want to make up for it," Angela said with a smile, "open it and see."
Natalie opened the box, and then exclaimed lowly. It was a beautiful crystal bracelet. It consisted of 14 crystals of exactly the same size. Each of the glittering crystals had a micro-carved pattern.
"This ... this is too expensive, this is not what I should have." Natalie shook her head, trying to return something to Angela. But the other person shook her head, she said, grabbed her hand, and held her fingertips against her fingertips: "Listen to me, nat, this is what I took at the charity auction, and all the money I donated was Charity, so you can safely accept it. "
She smiled: "This is my heart, please don't reject me, okay? You can do whatever you want, put it on, collect it, or donate it, except give it back to me."
Feeling the warmth in the other's hands and watching her smile like a spring breeze, Natalie suddenly felt that her heart was starting to warm up, and she finally nodded: "Well, I'll take it."
Then there was a cold on her face, and Angela kissed her lightly.
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