Jenny stood up, walked around the table, and gave Paul a gentle hug, which was enough for him to die.

Paul followed Jenny to the door, said goodbye to her, and watched her push the door open.

The driver, dressed in a plaid shirt with a camel cigarette in his mouth, sat in the driver's seat, put his hands on the steering wheel, and peered into the glass door of the bar.

When Jenny opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, the engine of the car roared, and the smoke ran away without a trace.

The waiters stood there dumbfounded, licking their lips, looking in the direction that the Cadillac had driven away, as if they had not woken up from a sweet dream.

Paul drank the wine as if it were the last drop at the bottom of the glass.

The next morning, as Paul walked slowly into the Ole building with his hands in the pockets of his dark turtleneck trench coat, Goodman was cleaning up in the lobby on the first floor, and he seemed to hate her a little less.

The blue cleaning uniform was draped over her bucket-like body, the skirt was taut tightly, the hips were wrapped into a large round ball, the swarthy hair was tied into a ball, the black and round eyes were like black grapes hanging on the brown-black cheeks, the nose was black and thick, cast in iron, only the teeth were white, but a few were also stained with black spots.

She saw him coming, and as usual she chattered, continuing the story he had already heard. The neighbor's yellow dog broke into her yard, making a mess of the lawn and nearly biting her black leg. She was so angry that she ran to the neighbor's house to reason and ask for an apology, but the neighbor only reprimanded the yellow dog for a few words, did not apologize, and showed his annoyance with her excessive behavior. She had no choice but to call the police, and when the police arrived, they took the recorder with a cigarette in their mouth, and did not say a word, nor did they take measures against the neighbors, but just nodded. And then, the police drove away, and there was no then. "These sons of a bitch!" she snorted.

Paul pressed the elevator door open, and when he stepped in, Goodman was still muttering behind his ass, not noticing his disgust at all.

When the elevator button "26" lit up, the elevator door opened, and he met Ms. Torrey head-on. She was walking briskly, her hands clasped to her chest, a stack of papers clinging to her chest. She is the secretary of the chairman's office and has always been well-informed.

When Torri saw Paul, she smiled like a flower, ran up to him, and whispered, "Congratulations." ”

Paul's shoulders shook, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

"The numerical model of virus molecule separation you designed has been highly praised by the directors, and the market prospect is very good, and it is estimated that it will be developed in cooperation with RAND companies. Torri approached Paul flatteringly.

"Yes! Paul's eyes lit up.

Tori continued to approach Paul, looked left and right, no one passed by, and whispered, "I also said that you will be the technical director, responsible for the research and development of the virus molecule calculation model." She looked Paul in the eye and said playfully, "I said good things about you in front of the chairman." ”

"Thank you. I'd like you to have a drink!" Paul kissed her on the forehead, a formulaic kiss, but it was Jenny in mind.

Tori smiled and ran away, happy and satisfied, her heels hitting the floor with a "click" sound.

Paul walked to the end of the hallway, stopped in front of a door to the south, took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it slightly, twisted the handle with his right hand, and the door opened. He closed the door, took off his trench coat, hung it on a hanger, walked to his desk, put down his briefcase, and pushed the glass window open, and a breath of fresh air came to his face.

He sat down and bent down to flip the switch on the computer. After a while, the computer screen changed from blue to color, and the arrows of the mouse flashed on it. He opened the work interface again, and several spiral spherical models of different colors were lined up, but all the pictures seemed to be Jenny's cheeks, in his opinion.

Just when he was bored, the door was rudely pushed open, and a man who was only 1.7 meters tall and had a face length of more than 30 centimeters walked in.