Super Detective in the Fictional World

Ginny frowned, thinking about it for a while, and was uncertain: “The school curriculum seemed simple, and I got a scholarship in my first year of school. My dad taught me a lot of things, and I can understand them, and they don't seem too hard. ”

Luke: "Why don't you study and I'll hire you as my full-time secretary? ”

Ginny: "Huh?” What the hell is this?

Luke smiled softly: "Really. I have a little side business and haven't made progress yet, but if you have talent, why can't you learn to use it? ”

Ginny hesitated: “But I've never practiced. Books are books, and I don't necessarily have the ability to...” Speaking of business, she was brilliant.

Luke hugged her and kissed her gently, saying, "It's okay, since I was a kid. Didn't I tell you to be the chairman of the board? Don't you have the confidence to be a secretary? ”

Ginny suddenly remembered that he was talking about a full-time secretary. The lowest position was the same as a grocer, but the highest was likely to become a director secretary. The difference was huge, and everything depended on ability.

“So... shall I try?” She looked at him.

Luke nodded with a smile: "No, you have to work 100% to make up for your wasted time. Maybe someday you'll grow my company stronger than your father's? Don't you want to see the look on your father's face? Hey, hey."

Ginny: Ohh?! What kind of brain circuit are you?

How dare you think that her CEO, Daddy, has nearly a billion dollars in Taggart Fund assets that can influence the manipulation of the funds, and five billion dollars?

But she also had a little hidden spark in her mind: if it wasn't so demanding that his company would gradually grow to hundreds of millions, it wouldn't be bad! Wait, the company doesn't know anything.

Luke looked at her face and said, "Man, you always have to have dreams, what if it comes true? ”

Ginny:... that makes sense! But you just said last night that the dreams of the rich are called dreams, and the dreams of the poor are usually called daydreams.

So wake up and stop dreaming! Gotta get up and move the bricks.

Luke had no idea that the big lady in front had flown her mind to the poisonous chicken soup he had poured last night.

He just smiled and kissed her again: "Well, that's the deal. I'm waiting for you to apply, Secretary Ginny. ”

Ginny: “... okay. ”

Next, she was escorted into the villa under Luke's watch.

Luke just got in the car and left, and he was laughing: “If I had that level, I would be able to live the life of a secretary. ”

Ginny had no idea that someone had this idea, otherwise she would definitely ask for a new position, like a general manager or something.

Luke didn't really care if Ginny had talent.

Without talent, then be the simplest assistant, if you don't want to do it, then continue to be her sister, it's not costly to try anyway.

Ginny's a rich lady. Does he have to pay her well? Of course not. The average secretary gets paid, she gets paid.

It wasn't his heart that was dark, but he felt that if this young lady was really going to be useful, it would be impossible for her to maintain that delicacy.

If he can't fix this, it doesn't matter how much he pays her. He could have given her a little gift, much more expensive than he pays her.

But his salary was proportional to his labor, and he wasn't interested in playing white-collar games with her.

Before work, Luke went to the police station and then to Elsa's office.

As a result, Elsa wasn't there and came out and saw her waving in front of Dustin's office.

Luke grinned and walked over and said, "Hey, boss, you're here to debrief. ”

Elsa glanced at him in disgust: "Let's talk inside. ”

After the two men entered the door and closed the door, Dustin glanced at him coldly, half silent.

Luke smiled, completely dead pig not afraid of hot water, and finally Dustin succumbed.

He's the head of the Serious Crimes Unit. He doesn't have time to talk to Luke.

“Tell me, what information does that Miss Gwyneth have for you?” Dustin opens the door and goes straight to the theme.

Luke:... didn't give me much information, just gave it to me herself. Is that a gain?

He shook his head, muttering in his heart: "Nothing, but I should be able to say (shui) to her this time, try to cooperate with us and testify against the WD-36 people. ”

Dustin's eyes flashed with a glance at each other.

Dustin: “This case shouldn't be that much trouble. Today the police searched for two leaders of WD-36, but they all disappeared, along with a group of their close associates. Now that WD-36 is unleaded, naturally nothing is wrong. ”

Luke didn't say anything, waiting for his word.

Dustin looks at Luke boringly: This guy is so funny, he's so impulsive.

All he can say is, "So, after the holidays, you go back to work. ”

Luke said, “Okay. ”

“What were you doing last night?” Dustin suddenly asked coldly.

Luke looked embarrassed: "… this, personal privacy. ”

Dustin: "Come on, I'm not recording your confession. Come on, what did you do last night? ”

Luke, hey, excuse me for glancing at Elsa: "Me, I'm going to finish the assignment Elsa arranged for me. ”

Dustin, Elsa: "What?! ”

The faces of the two people are different, but more similar, and they all look unexpected.

Elsa: "What assignment did I give you? ”

Dustin was also full of colour and silence, but his gaze swept back and forth between the two powerful generals.

Luke: "... didn't you ask me to appease Miss Ginny? ”

Elsa: What? When the hell did I let you do this?

Luke was straight: “Did you give her my address or did you send her to my house for dinner at night? I just need to think about it and understand that it must have been for me to comfort her and convict the WD-36 gang. ”

Elsa: …

She really thinks about it.

What happened yesterday was too big to convict WD-36 for the most direct kidnapping and extortion of Ginny, and the police operations in the aftermath would be vulnerable to sickness.

And many wealthy people are reluctant to testify to the police. It's too much trouble not to mention that it can easily lead to revenge.

Ginny is still a petite little girl. It's really a bit of a hassle to get rid of her mental state and not cooperate with the police in taking evidence.

Elsa asked herself, never daring to say that she gave Ginny Luke's address and didn't use his “beauty” to get what she meant.