Chapter 2742 Not even saying hello

"We, what on earth are we going to do? Comrade Commander.

Kovanov still couldn't figure it out and felt puzzled. He didn't understand why his respected comrade, the division commander, had to set out with so much fanfare and a whole convoy of people and a whole convoy to do something so late.

The comrade division commander said he was going to deal with David's matter, but did not give details.

So if you bring so many people with you, are you planning to bring Jefferson to justice and tie him up? Loaded with guns and ammunition, fully armed, a whole platoon of guards, they must not be going to perform on the streets, right?

Completely opposite to Kovanov's puzzled look, Malashenko, who was sitting in the back seat at this moment, saw Kovanov turning around in the front passenger seat and felt a sense of the overall situation. He immediately blurted out a confident tone that he had everything under control.

"Do what you want, go get justice for David, but first"

Malashenko flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and rolled up the car window. Now is the time to tell Kovanov the real plan, at least to make him understand what he should do later.

"Listen up, you will bring people up later, and then do this and do what I say."

People under the same sky will be doing different things at the same moment. For example, at this moment, Mr. Jefferson is still happily drinking the fresh hot coffee that his secretary just brought him behind his desk. The whole person seemed to be in a fairy-like state as if he had just had a good time, at least he felt that it should be almost like this.

"You look happy, Editor."

"Huh? Ah, yes, I am very happy."

There are quite a few big leaders who are accompanied by voluptuous secretaries in the office all day long, but to be able to bring such a playful girl to a place close to the front line of the battlefield, I have to admit that it is really rare, beautiful. Mr. Jefferson, whose name is "brought on official business," is one.

"I just saw Miss Mary leave the room angrily. Didn't she and you just get along unpleasantly here?"

"What? Unpleasant?"

When there was no one else in the room, Jefferson, who had no mental pressure and no restraint to speak of, became less honest.

People feel refreshed during happy events, and there seems to be nothing wrong with feeling refreshed, right?

Jefferson, who had a coffee cup in his left hand and a cigar in his right, grinned when he heard this, and then temporarily put the cigar in the ashtray on the table. Then he stretched out his hands and grabbed the voluptuous figure and pulled her in. In his arms.

"Oh! Be careful with the coffee, it may spill"

The little secret who was "surreptitiously attacked" by someone with no martial ethics was still worried that something would spill out of the swaying coffee cup and burn her body. But at this moment, there was only the word "pleasure" left in her heart. Jefferson didn't care about this at all, he just spoke quietly with a smile that every man could understand.

"Why are you asking about that ignorant old woman? I get tired of looking at her for a second longer, so naturally I have to let her go and find another one. You are the little kitten that pleases me, huh~"

Young, beautiful and voluptuous figure are the most prominent characteristics of this little secretary, but it seems that it is not limited to this, at least her ambition for her current position is far from satisfied with this.

"Then when will you drive that old woman away? Let me take her place, my dear. This way we can stay together better. I will be with you every moment in my work and life. "

As soon as the little secret in his arms said this, a trace of imperceptible displeasure and anger flashed between Jefferson's brows.

But, who was Jefferson?

This man’s father is a senator of the United States of America, and all three generations of his family have been involved in politics. However, his generation has no interest in the life and death of politicians. Instead, he fell in love with tricks that are darker and more ugly than the family’s ancestral craftsmanship. That is what he is doing now, his current position and job.

Even if a person who comes from such a political family is not involved in politics, you must not treat him like a gangster on the street.

Being good at hiding oneself and talking nonsense in a serious manner is just a basic skill. It is easy to deal with a little woman like this who has a little ambition, knowledge and ability but is completely unmatched.

"Oh, oh, darling, that old woman certainly can't compare with you, but she still has some effects."

"The position of assistant is thankless. That old woman is simply my working machine. Not only does she have to be wound up, but she has to be whipped with a whip. Oh, damn, sometimes I feel like putting her in a plantation might be a good idea." It’s more suitable for her. I guess she won’t feel uncomfortable there. But it’s different for you. It’s too late for me to love you. How could I let you do such heavy work?”

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements for you. When I return to New York, I will find a position that is relaxing, not tiring, and brings both fame and fortune. Don't ask me what to do if I can't find it. For you, I will even invent this one. What’s the harm in having a position? Sooner or later, the position of editor-in-chief will be mine. It’s not all up to you to decide how good the position is.”

Many times, there is actually no clear boundary between assistant and secretary. In most cases, these two unclearly defined positions actually refer to the same person.

But, that's it, you know, um.

Mr. Jefferson, who knew how to manage work and enjoy life, kept everything separate. The assistant was purely working for himself. As for the secretary, what did Jefferson do when he was not doing anything? Isn’t that enough?

Have you thought about it? Great, the answer is this.

So, Mr. Jefferson is now a little tired of this "ignorant" woman in his arms.

They say, "All good-looking skins are the same, but interesting souls are only one in a million." Don't you believe it? The reason why Jefferson kept Mary, who was sometimes aggressive and quarrelsome with him, in his hands for so long was to keep him with him. , that’s really because of Mary’s “interesting soul”.

Don't get me wrong, for Jefferson, it was just fun to torture a soul that had not yet lost integrity and love in his heart.

Only prey that can resist can have the fun of playing. Jefferson wanted to see how long the integrity in Mary's heart that she had never given up could hold on to. This was something worth looking forward to and interesting, wasn't it?

As for the woman in my arms now

Sorry, for a person of Jefferson's status, the sameness is like the sealed bottles of Coca-Cola coming off the assembly line one after another. As long as you are willing, you can open the cap at any time. Enjoy as you wish.

Disobedient pets were not the object of Jefferson's liking. Behind the superficial smile and boasting, Jefferson was actually thinking about killing this bitch as soon as he returned to New York. Kicked. And it has to be the kind of kick that handles the aftermath well and avoids any further troubles, so as to avoid causing trouble to oneself.

But neither the little secret who was amused by Jefferson nor the ulterior Jefferson himself thought of it.

In just the next second, his closed office door would be kicked open by a size 46 army boot without even saying hello.