"Now, Miss Jones. Would you like to share what you plan to do here? ”

Jessica knew that the "boss lover" phrase was obviously unlikely to work in front of Michael Paso himself. The first time she met this famous young man face-to-face, she also found that Michael was completely different from what she had imagined. Jessica thinks she knows a lot about the human heart, she's seen all kinds of people, all kinds of different minds, pure, evil, twisted, she thinks she's seen all types of people, but no one has ever given her such a feeling.

If I had to describe Michael's first impression in the simplest way to sum it up, it would be nothing.

Yes, just nothing. The man's voice and expression were cold, but they were magically not without any hostility or accusation, as if they were naturally free from emotion. His eyes were equally unfathomable. The black eyes and she looked at each other, and the eyes looked completely open, but when you looked into them, you only felt that you saw a bottomless black hole.

She couldn't help but feel that everything about herself was pulled out by a strong gravitational pull, and when she tried to find any information about him in turn, she found nothing.

Jessica averted a little uncomfortably, and made direct contact with his gaze.

"You know my name?" She asked.

"Of course, you're quite a household name here." Michael said nonchalantly, "Jessica Jones, a private investigator in Hell's Kitchen, made headlines in the New York Times. A lot of people think you're a superhero. ”

"Not a hero of any kind, and not super one. A bunch of idiots like to scream like that. Jessica seemed a little irritated when it came to the subject. She thought for a moment, thinking that it had already been exposed at this time anyway, so it was better to simply go straight in and see if she could find clues through the reaction shown by the other party. So she said, "You know what I do, that's fine." Because right now I'm doing my job, scouting clues. ”

"Mind telling me about any suspicious smell here that has alarmed your keen sense of smell?"

"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Paso, and don't pretend to be stupid. Everyone in New York City knows that a company as huge as Paso Technologies is scurrying up like a sapling that has been injected with growth hormone. But you and I both know that for a company to develop to such a scale, some shady means are indispensable. ”

Michael put his hands in his pockets and calmly waited for her to continue.

"You had something important to transport last week, but I guess it doesn't meet the relevant regulations of some departments, and maybe even touches some legal bottom line, right?" She continued, "Anyway, for whatever reason, you have to let things happen in secret, without any written records. So you came up with the idea of hiring smugglers to do the work for you. But the problem is that you don't want to risk anyone knowing the details, so after the mission is done, you dispose of all the people who know it, right? ”

She said as she carefully watched Michael's expression. According to her expectations, whether these words are thrown out or wrong, the other party should show a great reaction. If all this was true and Michael knew it, he should either pretend to be unaware and rebuke her slander, or he should have coerced her into warning her to stop; And if what she said was wrong or Michael didn't know about it, then he should be angry and accuse her of talking nonsense.

But none of this has happened. Michael listened to her entire speculation with a calm composure, as if she were describing the plot of a movie rather than a string of accusations related to his company. He was so calm that Jessica couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her words that didn't convey the exact meaning.

"So, Miss Jones." He waited for Jessica to finish before politely asking, "Do you have the hard evidence against the Paso Group, which is my company?" ”

"Lucky for you, not yet. But you can rest assured that it won't be long, I don't think it will be long. ”

Jessica didn't mean to stay with him anymore. Some instinct made her think it was not a good idea to continue talking to Michael here, and the way the conversation was drawn in such a strange way that it made him uncomfortable just standing in front of him.

She walked briskly past Michael and walked in the direction of the elevator. Michael, on the other hand, did not stand in his way at all, and even gracefully turned sideways as she passed by.

It wasn't until Jessica Jones walked into the elevator and the number of floors began to decrease as the doors closed that Michael turned away.

He returned to his office and sat down behind his desk. A few minutes later, a request to enter came from outside the door. He clicked through, and a man in a gray and black suit with a simple hairstyle walked in.

Valen Giriano, the director of Paso, the man who was supposed to have been drugged by Jessica and fell asleep on the driver's wheel.

"Sir. At your request, my fingerprints and ID card were taken by the private investigator named Jessica Jones. He said.

"I know." Michael clasped his hands together and nodded, "We've just met." ”

Giriano wondered, "But why, sir?" I mean, Jones she's a private investigator. Why let her in, wouldn't she expose some classified projects or something? ”

"You don't have to worry about that, Giriano. You've done a great job, have a great weekend. ”

Giriano knew that the boss was issuing an eviction order, and no matter how curious he was, this was the boss's company after all, and he had the final say on everything. So he bowed and said, "You, too, sir, have a good weekend." ”

Giriano exited the room. The huge office fell silent.

Michael suddenly spoke into the air in front of him, "Shirley, did Miss Jones get what she needs?" ”

"Yes, sir. A copy of AXCR-3920, I believe Miss Jones should have taken it. ”

"Good."

Michael looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window and saw Jessica Jones leaving the building, striding out with her hands in her wallet pockets. From this height, she looked like a small black dot.

"You've got what you need, Jessica Jones." He said to himself, "So don't let me down next." ”