Hollywood Hunter

In downtown Boston, on the south bank of the Charles River on the Harvard Business School campus, Maria Rozin was in an office with a few colleagues translating a document on economic policy in the former Soviet era, followed her to the United States with a female guard Katrina knocked on the door to enter. During this time, the specific identity of Maria Rozin, who quietly joined the company, became a matter of curiosity to her colleagues.

Maria knew that Katrina wouldn't have ventured over to disturb her if she didn't have something special in mind, and was somehow apprehensive, but still got up and walked over, "Kate, what's wrong?"

The guardswoman stepped back a little, into the hallway, before whispering to Maria, who was following, "Mr. Westeros is here, just outside."

"Ah ......"

The hidden suspicion came true, and Maria's subconscious exhaled softly, then covered her mouth in succession.

Calming down briefly, the woman dropped her hand and turned her head to look behind her at the office, before she said to the female guard again, "I, uh, don't get off work for another ten minutes."

Katrina wanted to take a blank stare at her mistress, what time is it to talk about work.

Maria took off and realized that was a lame excuse, could she make him wait 10 minutes for her, not to mention that she actually understood that it was a pretext.

Maria came to the United States at the beginning of the month and joined directly at Harvard. However, because the new semester had already begun, she missed the scheduling time and had to wait until the next semester to schedule teaching assignments. The woman didn't want to remain idle for the second half of the year, so she took one of a number of job openings offered here at Harvard to provide translation support for an on-campus academic team studying the political economy of the former Soviet Union.

It was a fairly flexible job, as there were several other graduate students working as assistant translators, and she had no problem showing up even on weekdays.

The reason was not valid, but she had to turn around and greet her colleagues in the office.

She soon saw two identical black cars parked by an intersection, and when they entered, the driver of one of them got down and opened the door for her.

It was almost noon and Maria didn't want too many people around to notice, so she got into the car without much hesitation.

Then she realized that there were already two people in the back seat, besides him sitting next to her in the middle, and Ulyana Merezkova on the other side.

Before she could say anything else, the car door had closed.

The car started quickly, and Simon, who was squeezed between the two women, looked at the overwhelmed Maria with interest, the woman wearing a pair of rimless glasses, her blonde hair pulled back, revealing a fair neck, a long khaki jacket, slim black trousers with a pair of short black heels on the hem.

The woman who was originally inclined to intellectual style, immediately looked much younger when paired down like this.

Maria felt the man beside her measuring, only felt that the gaze seemed to carry the temperature, seeing everywhere made her produce a burning sensation, so silent for more than ten seconds, finally or first defeated, took the initiative to speak, gently tilted his head over to look at him: "You, Mr. Westeros, hello."

Simon smiled at the woman's words, "Yeah, it's like we're meeting for the first time."

"Well ...... hmm."

"Let me guess, you definitely didn't buy that outfit you're wearing now."

Maria didn't expect the little man beside her to suddenly mention this, and very honestly subconsciously said, "My daughter ......."

It only started, and again paused because of some inexplicable embarrassment.

"Oh, Annette, I know," Simon said, and added, "Actually, I could have had Annie come with me this time, so why did you leave her in the Ukraine?"

Maria felt it was rude to speak without looking at each other, but was in any case too embarrassed to turn to him, after all, just the scent of the man next to her had made her panic to want to jump out of the car and run away, and now hearing Simon talk about his daughter, again produced the same kind of feeling as just now.

Just can't not answer a man's question, tilts his head a little to look at him, flies back, and says, "She, I hope she finishes her undergraduate studies in Ukraine and comes to the United States."

Said another odd little sentiment somehow.

Initially at first, Maria had all accepted some kind of situation with the idea of sacrificing herself, just wanting her four children to have a point of a bright future, including her oldest daughter, and also thinking that, no matter what, she would at least let him help her study abroad, but also the best school.

Unexpectedly, she didn't even need to mention these things, this side took the initiative to help with the process.

This also made Maria temporarily changed her mind, let her daughter continue to stay in Ukraine to finish her undergraduate studies, get a degree, and then come out to study, after all, it is only a year. The three sons, however, were brought together this time.

Simon nodded at the words, in fact, he had just read some information about several children of the two women around him earlier, and did not say anything more at this time, but explained to Maria, who was still unclear about the reason, "There will be a cocktail party later, quite a few people will come over and bring you to get acquainted."

Maria paused and reacted, her face flushed.

This is ......

He, how ...... doesn't worry about people knowing?

Moreover, once she attended this reception, she, and Uriana on the other side, the identity of the two of them, no matter what, could not be said, even after repeated mental construction, Maria had silently accepted certain things, after all, still did not want everyone to know.

Hesitating for a moment, finally summoning the courage to look at the small man beside her once again, Maria said, "Simon, can I ...... not go?"

Simon just shook his head, "No."

"......"

This man, how could he do this?

Simon decisively refused, then added, "The main thing is that there's something else that you need to do next, so you and Uriah need to be given an identity first."

Maria gripped the corners of her coat with both hands, she really didn't want the identity.

Simon looked at the woman's pitiful apprehension, unmoved, and continued, "Actually, it's that Uriah is pregnant."

"Huh?"

Maria thought she had misheard and subconsciously looked up again, this time at Ulyana Merezkova, who had been silent on the other side.

When Ulyana saw her looking over, she just nodded her head gently.

Then Maria withdrew her gaze a little and turned to him, "So, what, what does this, have to do with me?"

He actually wanted to ask what he was going to do about it, but he changed the words when it came to his mouth.

Simon shook his head slightly and said, "We'll talk about that after our cocktail party."

So chatting, the two limousines crossed the Charles River and soon arrived at a Marriott hotel on the North Shore, where the a-girls who had arrived earlier were greeted in the parking lot, waiting for Simon to get off with the two women and personally led them to a banquet room in the hotel.

The cocktail party had started early.

According to the introduction of a girl along the way, the invitation and at the same time the guests in Boston will basically come over, in addition to some initiative to contact, according to the specific circumstances, the female assistant also selected some.

Relying on Harvard and IT, Boston has gathered a large number of top world-class enterprises, the most famous is GE, in addition to Gillette, Fidelity Foundation, Boston Consulting Group and other world-renowned enterprises.

Since Simon was here, dealing with these schools, companies and even the core figures of the local government was definitely only beneficial.

In the banquet hall, when Simon appeared, all the guests who had already arrived gathered their eyes over at first. Then, they also inevitably noticed the two women beside Simon who were so radiant that one couldn't tell their age.

Everyone was used to this sort of thing.

A girl as an assistant, dutifully help Simon introduction, IT principal, Nobel Prize winner, Boston mayor, Gillette company ceo and so on and so on, a circle down, already more than half an hour.

The two guests, who had just arrived, were introduced in a whisper and quickly: "The President of Harvard University, Neil Ludsteen, and Neil is a Ukrainian immigrant. The other, a descendant of the Mellon family, Richard Mellon Scaife, runs a paper media business, far right, one of the main movers behind the Paula Jones case."

Said had come close.

Simon first offered his hand to Neil Ludsteen, the very tall Harvard President in front of him, about 60 years old, a greeting, and then reached out to shake Richard Mellon Scaife's hand, "Hello, Mr. Scaife, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Simon, my friends call me Charlie," Richard Mellon Scaife, also in his 60s already with solid silver hair, smiled and shook Simon's hand, before indicating the two ladies beside him with a two-eyed gesture, "And these two are?"

"Oh, this is Maria, and Ulyana, they're from the Ukraine and have recently joined the staff at Harvard."

Such a big circle down, meeting a bunch of big names in the upper echelons of the American pyramid, even the reluctant Maria who came over gradually became familiar with them, listening to Simon's introduction, politely extended her hand towards the Skaife in front of her: "Hello, Mr. Skaife."

Richard Mellon Scaife agreed with a smile, but grabbed Maria's small hand and leaned over slightly, clearly wanting to give a kissing salute.

Maria was already feeling uncomfortable with Scaife's smile, and seeing the other man do so, she subconsciously drew back her hand directly, letting the other man's plan fall flat.

Immediately, Skaev, who was already half bowed, felt a bit down in the dumps.

Seeing this situation, clearly offended, Maria couldn't help but look at Simon with a guilty conscience, not worrying that he would blame himself, after all, perhaps this should be normal etiquette?

Simon gave the woman a reassuring look and faded to an awkwardly straightening Skef, "Maria isn't used to the kissing salute, Mr. Skef, and oh, I'm so sorry Urijana isn't either."

Uriana on the other hand felt the hardness in the man's tone and simply dismissed the idea of reaching over to greet him.

"Oh, it's nothing," Richard Mellon Scaife saw that Simon still used the 'Mr. Scaife' title after he had just gotten close to him, and understood that he had just had to take a little advantage of the young man's displeasure, but, as a century of American heritage Still maintaining a strong influence on the descendants of the Mellon family, Scaife didn't feel that he had just acted inappropriately, but instead also grew a little unhappy and quickly said, "By the way, Simon, I used to live in Pittsburgh, but I had to move to Boston two years ago after being frightened by that bombing. Hey, it's a blasphemy to the civilized world that this happened in the United States of America."

Simon didn't seem to get the implication in Scaife's words at all, and smiled and shrugged, "I've understood since I was three years old that the world isn't that great, Mr. Scaife, you should be grateful that you only had to hide in Boston, and if I remember correctly, William Hearst III is still hiding in Morocco, he's a lot more unlucky than you, and probably won't be able to return for the rest of his life! America now."

The potential verbal confrontation between the two men was actually still all about the series of controversies from two years ago.

Seeing Simon bring up William Hearst III, the former head of the Hearst family who had to abscond abroad because of that exposed 'Doris Fetcher murder case', the corner of Richard Mellon Scaife's mouth twitched.

In terms of power, the Hearst family, whose media empire spreads across the United States, is several notches beyond him, the owner of a media company whose influence is limited to the northeastern New England region of the United States, unless the entire Mellon family is involved, to be equal to the Hearst family's power. And it's that same old money family with a hundred years of inheritance and great influence, in just two short years recently, quickly fell into decline.

Looking at the young man in front of him again, not to mention anything else, just that 15 trillion dollars was enough to crush someone into a complete loss of temper.

Thinking of this, Richard Mellon Scaife, who carried a sense of arrogance in his bones due to his origins in the Mellon family, was also inevitably a little less willing to admit his frustration, but it definitely wouldn't do to make him apologize for what he had just done.

Even Harvard President Neil Ludsteen was feeling a bit down in this atmosphere, and the good news was that someone was soon helping them out.

"Hey, Simon, what made you think of coming to Boston?"

The speaker was Jack Welch, the head of General Electric, who had just arrived.

Simon listened to Welch greet and ignored Richard Mellon Scaife, but still gave a slight nod to Neil Ludstine, and with the two women beside him turned to Welch, reached out and hugged each other, and said, "Just happened to have some business, so since I'm here, I'll say hello to you all, Jack, and I'm glad you took the time to come. "

"Of course I'm coming over," Welch said, also looking at the two beside Simon, "This is?"

Simon introduced again, "Maria, and Uriah, they've recently joined Harvard."

There are things that don't need to be broken down, and everyone knows it, Welch is not as greedy as Skef, and after a decent gentle handshake with the two women, he turns to Simon again and says, "Speaking of which, I still have a few things to talk to you about, I didn't think you'd take the initiative."