Blake sipped and watched as two people were being discussed in the conference room, one was his boss, Mayor Anthony, and the other was the advertising director of Barton Daily.

The reason why the mayor came here in person is that the results of the first round of polls have already been obtained, and after seeing the first feeling of the people of Patton, the competition for the mayoral election on the surface has begun, and the first priority - don't laugh, is advertising.

It's already lunchtime, and the reason the mayor is still talking to each other is because Aethra, who also values advertising, has put the mayor on his side. She has been dominating the advertising minister, and she was released until the break time, and left satisfied. That's all the time left for the mayor. Please don't say you can continue in the afternoon, the mayor is very busy, there is a city to manage, not as free as Ethra, you can plan the schedule as you like.

Blake looked at the conference room with some concern, but fortunately, the Minister of Advertising did not have an irritated expression, and was discussing with the mayor very seriously.

It should be a good thing, right, no. The Minister of Advertising could be patient with the mayor, but Blake didn't think the other party was willing to be patient with him, and Blake wanted to talk to the Barton Daily head of the advertising department.

I don't know if you remember that Zach once completed a commission to get Blake not to talk nonsense at the dinner party. Blake is not only a public relations officer in the mayor's office, but also has his own 'business', and he told Zack that he wants to open a hotline for a certain group of people. To do this, he needed someone who was willing to advertise this hotline.

Blake hoped, no, that after the mayor had finished talking to the other party, he would have a little time of his own and ask the other party to bring it up. But now, it seems, there is little hope. Everyone knows that hunger is something that is counterproductive to people's tolerance, and no one is in the mood to be considerate of others when they are hungry.

And what Blake hopes for requires a big heart.

Blake pursed his lips, gave up, leaned against the door of the meeting, and shook his head helplessly. Forget it, there's no need to be hungry here, go to the restaurant to find something to eat, and by the way, you can pack one for the mayor, so as not to listen to the mayor complain about Gina's (female secretary's) healthy vegetable package all the time.

The elevator paused as it descended, the elevator doors opened, and two newspaper employees with work cards on their chests walked in, glanced at Blake leaning against him in the corner, and continued to chat.

"I would like to take a leave of absence in the afternoon. The blonde said.

"What's wrong?" asked the brown-haired woman.

"Annoying. ”

"Hehe, you're annoyed every day. ”

"No, you don't know, this morning, I was all disturbed by a nervous disorder. ”

"Uh, you're talking about the ......" The brown-haired woman looked back at Blake.

Blake was self-conscious, lifting the visitor badge on his chest, then looking down, giving a 'please don't exist for me'.

The brown-haired woman smiled and turned to her companion, "Is that the woman who has to say she's wanted, Elena Mokawi?"

Blake didn't exist, so just listened quietly.

"Yes!" said the blonde in a tone of utter impatience, "you've been assigned her phone too?"

"Hmph. The brown-haired woman shrugged, "I see that the operator of our entire complaints department has been rotated by her, and xx and xx have been telling me about this woman before." ”

"Then why was the light transferred to me in the end!" the blonde was not happy, "I just used us to get off work to convince her to hang up the phone!"

"She asked if you had work hours?" the brown-haired woman raised an eyebrow.

The blonde looked pained, "Asked." ”

The brown-haired woman patted her companion, "Please take leave, you can't stop her, she will continue to fight in the afternoon, and you will pick it up." ”

"Why?!" the blonde glared at her companion.

"Do you want me to be honest?" the brown-haired woman tilted her head.

"Tell the truth!"

"Because you are the one with the highest customer service complaints among us, your service attitude is the worst. Before the blonde went berserk, the brown-haired woman hurried, "So the troublesome guys, the bus will go directly to you, so that you can end those guys' thoughts." ”

The blonde actually rolled her eyes, "I know that being mean is also a skill." ”

Blake's head lowered and he began to play with his fingers.

"But, you can't do anything about that woman. The brown-haired woman seemed accustomed to her companion's reaction, and pouted herself, "I have to think about what I would do if you took a leave of absence and the call came to me in the afternoon." ”

"Don't think about it, I've tried everything!" The elevator stopped, the door opened, and the blonde woman stepped out of the mezzanine restaurant on the second floor, "Didn't that woman say that she was the one who was wanted, but the wanted was wrong, and the name was wrong, I asked her to provide personal information, guess what her name is?"

"What?"

It's not that Blake wants to continue eavesdropping, it's obvious that they're all here for food, along the way.

"Aveline Mokawi. The blonde pouted, "yes, it's still Mokawi." ”

"Uh, she's not really wanted......" was met with a roll of the eye.

"Ask her to provide her address and phone number. ”

"She won't really give it. ”

"The address was not available, but a phone was given, a public phone. ”

"Ugh. ”

"xxx" blonde called a number.

"The area code, uh, seems to be from Ioho. ”

"Yes. The blonde had already picked up the plate and began to choose the meal, "I gave the number to the bus, and the caller ID is the same." Can you believe it, this woman has been talking to us all morning on a public phone!"

"Uh, we should have called the police. ”

The blonde dug a large spoonful of beans and stared at her companion, "I've called the police, her city." ”

The brown-haired woman took the spoon, but didn't seem to be in the mood to eat Pacman, and handed it to Blake in order, "And then?"

"Then they told me that the same case had already been reported in the local newspaper in their city. ”

"Uh, what's going on?"

"The woman first went to harass the local newspaper that reprinted our report, and then called the police, and the police checked the public phone she used, but they couldn't find anyone at all, and it was judged to be a prank! The blonde gritted her teeth, "So she's starting to harass—us!"

The two female employees handed over the meal vouchers, but Blake could only take out cash, "No change." Blake followed them with a plate and listened to the story.

"That'...... What can we do?" the brown-haired woman genuinely wondered, her companion had already decided to eat Pacman, so she would definitely not be in the office in the afternoon. Uh, don't need to explain, eat pacmen and fart...... So that nervous woman will inevitably become a huge obstacle to her afternoon work.

"Nothing can be done. The blonde woman valued the position by the window, and walked over with a relaxed footstep, and now her tone carried a sense of liberating freedom, "Anyway, it is impossible for us to change the report, this kind of press release sent directly by the police must be right." We didn't have any reporting errors, and we didn't even have to report complaints. After sitting down, he actually took a hint of pride and patted his companion, probably comforting, "I can only hold on, the news is right." ”

Blake sat down at the table next to them, took a mouthful of the beans to his mouth, frowned, spit out, and tossed the beans aside. He didn't really know what kind of food he had just packed, and now he realized that he still had to sit at work and do public relations in the mayor's office.

"Ugh. The brown-haired woman seemed to have no appetite, and was actually doing the same thing as Blake, fiddling with her own food, but not putting it in her mouth, "What to do, what to do......"

Blake had just put a mouthful of food in his mouth, coughing and spitting out, glaring at the smiling Zack who was sitting across from him.

"Ahh

"Uh......" the blonde opened her mouth, "the other party is just insane, are you sure it's a good idea......"

"No......" The brunette continued to fiddle with her food.

It's okay to take care of Zack.

Zach seemed to be listening to the story, and now that he was done, he put down the newspaper in his hand and watched Blake eat with a strange expression 'kindly'.

Blake spoke, "Why are you here?"

Zach pushed the newspaper, which had already been folded, and Blake was presented with an obituary-

'The funeral of the Southern District Police Chief XX Pierce will be held this Saturday at the Southern District Church of the Holy Son'......

"Let me correct the printing error. Zach tilted his head, looked back at the blonde again, and pouted, the meaning of which was unknown.

Blake already knew what Zach was talking about, and the obituary was missing a word, 'Former Southern District Police Commissioner', "You don't need to come in person for this kind of thing. ”

Zach leaned his hands on Blake, closer to make his voice quieter, "No, but when I called and brought up this mistake, the operator's attitude was very bad, as if I was her biggest enemy in life." ”

Blake looked at Zack's crooked eyes backwards, tilted his head in mixed feelings, and glanced at the blonde munching on beans again. Life is full of coincidences.

Zach shrugged, "Got me off the idea of a normal solution." But I don't blame her, it sounds excusable, it was my bad luck to interrupt her intimate communication with some nervous lady. ”

Blake shook his head, forget it, let's not tell Zack that he is a person who treats meanness as a specialty. It's rare to be forgiven by vampires, so cherish it.

But Zach pouted, "Maybe my request and attitude are indeed a bit unreasonable." ”

Blake pursed his lips, not quite understanding, isn't there just a word missing.

Zach looked at Blake and seemed to be puzzled, and began to explain intimately, "I accused this of being an obituary written by an intern, and Pierce died as a low-class, socially ostracized criminal, and the report was in yesterday's newspaper, the same page, but today's obituary inexplicably pulled Pierce's identity back to his original status as the chief of police." You see, with such a big difference in identity, what an insulting disrespect to the deceased. ”

It was an absolute mockery, and Blake began to feel that even without a woman with nerves, a call like Zach would be treated harshly. Seriously, this is just an obituary, is tomorrow's newspaper going to state that yesterday the funeral of the chief of police was wrong, and for the sake of respect, it was changed to the funeral of the former chief who is now a criminal.

Blake shook his hand, not wanting to continue the topic, "It's time to rest now, you're late, you'll have to wait until the afternoon." ”

Zach shook his head helplessly, "I came early." He gestured out the window, "I found your car, I know that Anthony is there, and I also found Ethella's car, so I don't really want to get up." If you do, it's too embarrassing. "It's embarrassing, Anthony didn't use Zack's alien power at all, but Aethra firmly thought that Anthony used it, think about what would happen if the three of them met face to face?

Here's an example of a work in progress, Eve Remer.

Please remember that the relationships built up with misunderstandings and lies are awkward.

Blake grabbed something and looked at Zach with a frown, "When Ethel came out, you ......"

"Not very pleasant. Zach waved his hand and actually smiled, "I didn't say anything yet, just kindly shared my purpose here, and I was goodbye." ”

Blake didn't know whether to laugh or be helpless, Aethera should have been angry at that respectful remark about the deceased, as a vampire showing off happily in her sore spots. Well, looking at Zach's expression at this time, it is indeed showing off.

"The mayor is still talking about advertising on it. Blake was embarrassed to accompany Zach to be happy, "I will also go to the TV station to talk in the afternoon, but it is estimated that Aethera will take the lead." Blake pouted, "I'm probably going to change the mayor's itinerary." ”

"Need help? Zach raised an eyebrow, "I also think Aethra takes up a bit of time." ”

Blake hesitated, but still shook his head, "No need, this little thing, it's not enough." "You're still prepared for what Aethra might do, well, you know, the ...... of the interracial side."

Zach nodded, Blake, who used to be used as a buffer between the mayor and Grande, and shared the news with Grande, so he knew what Zach had done for Anthony, and he also knew about Ethra and Pochi.

"By the way, what about Jackson?" Blake was here, but the necromancer wasn't.

Blake frowned, "Didn't follow me today, I let him move as he pleased." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, thought about it, and understood. The commissions that Zach himself made were not so easy to forget. smiled, but shook his head helplessly, "You know what, you should tell him, you know he'll find out sooner or later." When the time comes, in the face of his countless questions, regardless of attitude or acceptability, you will regret that you are not the one who took the initiative to tell him. Zach spread his hands, "That's the same reason you want to open the hotline." Your goal is to help people like you better understand the group. But you yourself are hiding it from the people around you, don't you think there's something wrong? ”

Blake pursed his lips, not quite wanting to hear it. Because, what does Zach know, Zach is not 'this kind of person', what position does he have to say this, that group, just a vampire, that's it. Belch...... (To be continued.) )