Chapter subheading: Sunny to Rain, Rainy to Clear.

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Sunday morning, March 27, fine.

AMAZING!!! …… (I want to put a hundred exclamation marks on them!) ）

The boss is actually ...... Well, a scientist in his own words. A "scientist" who can psychic and spell! Who can believe it?

I don't even know how to describe how I felt at the time, and it's still a mess when I think about it now. It can only be said that the baby spirit was scared when it appeared, and the scene restored by the watch was amazing.

My boss should be the most amazing man in the world, right?

Well, there are almost no drawbacks other than being lustful......

As I write this, I remember that my door is not locked, will he sneak in?

Forget it, there won't be thieves here, so don't lock it.

Don't talk about this.,Last night I accompanied the boss to play mahjong and the holy Saturday vigil.,I have to make up yesterday's diary now.。 By the way, I won 10 dollars last night, so I'm so happy.

The air here is so much better than New York, and if you want to be a singer, New York is a good place, but the air in New York is really not very friendly to singers. After a day here, I felt that returning to New York was an ordeal, a torture to the nose, throat and lungs. It's better to be here.

Unexpectedly, the boss's friend is Major Patton, a European war hero. My dad used to take me to political clubs, but I had never seen such a famous person except for the senators. (Author's note: This is the case historically.) Miss Moreman's father was a political activist and often took his daughter to such venues. ）

This villa of theirs also wants to be cute. It was much better than any country inn I've stayed in before, the food was delicious and the wine was open to drink. Mrs. Patton also asked me if I would like to bathe in wine, which was said to be the best for a girl's skin. I wanted to, but I was embarrassed to accept such extravagance.

Job...... I don't have any work today.

And the thought that in such a comfortable day, I can still get more than a dozen dollars equivalent to my salary for the past week, I want to laugh.

In short, today is a good open forest, a good open forest, a good open forest...... I'm going to say it a hundred times!

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On Sunday evening, March 27, it was sunny and cloudy.

DISGUSTING！！！ …… (I'm going to put a damn 100 exclamation points!) ）

The man is disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, and I was so by that Chinese guy.

He's so shameless, he actually ...... with that HORE I'm a lady, or Ms. Brooks.

They went to the stables together, and they still have the face to say that they went to the stables to see HORSE! Who the hell is bluffing, even I know they definitely didn't go to see HORSE.

I saw that Colonel Quinnard's face turned blue, but to be honest, he and Miss Brooks were just friends, and he was not in a position to say anything. And I'm ......

I'm just a little secretary.

It's so angry!

As soon as they finished eating, the dog man and woman went straight into the guest room.

It's so angry!!

By the way, the Chinese guy was right, he said that the old guy was still doing something to me in private.

It's so angry!!

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Monday, March 28, cloudy.

I was so angry that I couldn't sleep last night, and today I'm so angry that I want to kill someone.

Ms. Brooks hadn't left yet, and if she didn't leave, she had called a bunch of servants. Even I became one of the servants,

I complained to the Chinese guy, and he told me to bear with me.

If it weren't for the salary...... Hmph, I'm sure I'm going to quit and leave!

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Tuesday, March 29, cloudy.

I, Xiaokang, the Chinese guy, Ms. Brooks, and a bunch of her servants came to Washington, D.C. with me.

It was my first time in the capital, but the two of them had ruined the good mood along the way.

Who told me to sit in a car with them, these two people flirted and scolded me at all, it was really shameless.

We lived in Ms. Brooks's mansion, this woman is really rich, just shameless!

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Wednesday, March 30, light rain.

The accommodation is good, the food is good, and the work is to play cards and read books and chat in a daze...... What the hell am I complaining about?

But I'm still so upset in my heart.

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Thursday, March 31, moderate rain.

It's raining heavily, and I can't go anywhere.

The Chinese finally wrote his article on the redness of the German design and sent it to the Washington Post. I can't understand all of them, but the parts I do understand make sense.

I have to say, that Chinese guy ...... For the sake of calling him the boss on the face of a salary of fifty dollars a week, he is indeed a bit talented.

That's my only job this week.

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Friday, April 1, cloudy.

The rain has stopped!

Ms. Brooks seems to be getting more and more inseparable from the boss, but he seems to be a little tired of the boss.

So he told me this morning to pack my bags and leave when I was ready to finish lunch.

But when the boss asked to leave, the hostess refused to let him go, so she cried and laughed and screamed at the dinner table. THE BOSS HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO CARRY HER INTO THE ROOM......

When it was almost dark, the boss walked out alone and left in a hurry with me and Xiaokang.

By the way, the boss also wrote a small poem to Mrs. Brooks: Actually, what I was looking forward to was only that moment, and I never asked you to give me your life.

It's so shameful...... But I like it!

We stayed at the Rosewood Hotel for the night.

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Saturday, April 2, cloudy.

I found that everyone in this hotel seems to know the boss, and he is very popular here.

But I'm very busy today, and I'm going to sort out a lot of handwritten manuscripts of "All Quiet on the Western Front" from the boss and send them to the printing press for typesetting......

It's really strange, I haven't seen anything written by the boss, how can so many manuscripts come out?

He told me it was written every night when I couldn't sleep......

It's so strange that he writes nothing but that at night, and he can still be alive during the day, I really want to ask how he does it.

But I'm in a good mood. What a strange me!

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Sunday, April 3, sunny.

I'm fascinated by the books written by the boss. Although I've been watching all the sci-fi I didn't like these days, it's so exciting.

"The Golden Fleece" made my head dizzy.

"The Village Teacher" and "Bouquet for Algernon" made my eyes wet.

By the way, he also wrote a very strange beginning, about a man who lives in Vault Thirteen went out to find some water chips.