No matter how much resentment she felt, Mary was already in a situation where she could not save herself. There was really no way for Jefferson, who "had everything under control", to gain more for her little apprentice who had passed away.
What.
This man is really very good at calculating. He can calculate all kinds of things, big or small, far or near.
He likes the feeling of having everything under his control, and firmly believes that as an elite, he must have the power to control the fate of others and control his own destiny. However, things really develop according to his plan, without even making any mistakes.
of.
After understanding all this, Mary gave up her plan to continue struggling. The reason she is still regarded as one of his "ones" is because she still has value that can be used.
When the hidden dangers and troubles she would bring outweighed the usable value, Mary had no doubt that the seemingly gentle Jefferson would turn every word he just said into reality.
Not only can you say it, but you can also do it.
Living in a garbage dump on the streets of New York and sleeping in a bridge?
Sorry, this is already the best case scenario. Mary could guess that Jefferson had a "worse case scenario" that he didn't mention.
What kind of person in this world can best and most perfectly keep secrets?
There is only one answer: dead people.
Who among the busy citizens of New York and the wealthy and wealthy elite would care that a homeless family of three died inexplicably in a garbage dump in the corner of an alley? This is probably not even a side story in the newspapers.
You ask why? Of course, you can't even pass Mr. Jefferson's review. That's what people do. They can just rub up your leftover manuscripts like wipes and throw them into the trash can.
This is a true death that is unknown and silent, completely erased from this world without leaving any trace of struggle.
Guns kill people in times of war, and pens are just as powerful in times of peace.
As Mr. Jefferson himself said, it is also the motto of trust that he has flaunted since his career.
The truth can be created.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
"Um?"
Just as the despairing Mary was about to leave to carry out the "order" from Jefferson, and Jefferson, who had calmed down, also planned to change to a cup of coffee and pour out the cold coffee that was so cold that it was an eyesore when used to smoke cigarette butts.
, the door was suddenly knocked quietly by someone from outside.
"You shouldn't be followed, right?"
Instead of answering the knock on the door and asking Mary, Jefferson needed a positive answer to confirm that the plan was still under control.
"No, I've confirmed it. I came to see you when Jill was already asleep. I didn't meet anyone on the way here."
"very good."
Jefferson, who had returned to his normal and confident smile, received a satisfactory answer, but the knocks on the door and the questions continued.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
"Editor-in-Chief, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Have you had a rest?"
As soon as the voice outside the door opened, he could tell who it was, and Jefferson, who was even more relieved, immediately answered.
"Not yet. You came just in time. We are talking about work. Come in."
The people waiting outside received permission and quietly opened the door and stepped inside. The person who appeared in front of Mary and Jefferson was an accompanying editor from the press team who specialized in handling low-level tasks for the editor that did not need to be assigned to assistants.
The kind of editor who does odd jobs.
"Editor-in-chief, this is the combined copy of the interviews you asked for in the past two days. I worked overtime to sort it out. I hope there is nothing wrong with it."
"Hmm"
After receiving a thick pile of copywriting and flipping through it, Jefferson sat on the simple chair, his gestures and gestures no less impressive than those of a real big boss.
Even in Jefferson's own opinion, with this success and a little manipulation of the connections and relationships he had in his hands, the position of editor-in-chief of the newspaper was already within his grasp. The deputy editor-in-chief and column editor
I was already tired of sitting in such a bad seat.
It's time to make your office more spacious and your desk bigger, and let go of that old bastard who's been holding the position of editor-in-chief. Success and reaching the top are just around the corner in the next moment.
Far.
"Not bad. Andrew's performance during this trip to Berlin was very good. He was hardworking, diligent and serious and efficient. I think it's time for Andrew to show himself as a team leader. What do you think? Mary."
It happened that she was brought out for teasing again at this time. Mary, whose head was already in a mess, saw the young junior named Andrew looking at her expectantly and excitedly, and then saw a hint of anger hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The smiling Jefferson was looking at him with interest. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and blurt out what he had to say.
"Yes, I. I think so too, editor-in-chief Andrew has been performing well since he entered the job. I agree with you that we should not bury outstanding young people."
"Very good, then let's send Jill to be Andrew's assistant. This little girl's hairiness almost made our partners angry. It's time to find someone to train her properly. When you go back, remember to tell Jill that this matter is settled.
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Not only had he been threatened and warned, but now even Jill was noticed by Jefferson and put on the "list", and began to use his "direct relatives" to keep an eye on the surveillance.
Mary, whose head was full of hopelessness, had never regretted her choice of media career. Compared with the state where Jill was now with her dream and for justice, Mary felt like she was standing here, saying
Saying these words against one's conscience in order to protect oneself is a huge joke and the most cruel irony in the world.
But now it's too late to regret it. Now Mary knows very well that even resigning is a luxury.
The man behind the desk in front of him will not let him go. He knows too much and is a huge threat to him no matter where he is.
Saying that a man like Jefferson, a man with an outrageous need for control, could let his own destiny be beyond his control, Mary felt that this was better than him suddenly realizing his conscience, changing his mind, and decided to give part of the copyright and authorship rights to David.
The possibility is still small, it is simply impossible.
What to do next, Mary didn't know.
Today, I am not living just for myself. I am also living for my husband who has the same dream and joined the police force in order to uphold justice. I have the same goals as myself at the beginning and still does not forget my original intention. I am living for my young children.
Live, live for this small family of three.
There are too many thoughts and feelings in this world that I have no power to destroy and cannot let go of. It is worthy of being accompanied and protected by me at all costs. However, the man in front of me, who has controlled his own destiny as the years go by, can move.
You can easily destroy it all with just a finger or a phone call.
He is not afraid at all that he has a handle on him. There is nothing better than this in which the weaknesses of human nature are tightly grasped and exploited.
The difference lies in whether the direction of utilization is good or bad. Malashenko and Jefferson are like the front and back sides of the same coin, showing completely different light and shadow in different ways in the same dimension.
Just when Mary's mind went blank and she didn't know where to go next, Jefferson was speechless and choked. Jefferson, who was sitting behind his desk and smiling contentedly, suddenly noticed that Andrew was carrying it through the door.
An object that comes.
"What is that? Why are you running around with this thing? It looks pretty heavy, isn't it tiring?"
"Oh? You mean this?"
Hearing the editor-in-chief's curious question, Andrew, who was still ecstatic about being promoted and grinning from ear to ear, suddenly remembered that he was holding an object in his hand that he didn't even know what it was.
"I picked this up at the door of your room. I put it by the door when I came here. I thought it was someone who didn't want to disturb you, so I just put it there for you to collect, so I just brought it in for you. Oh, together.
There is also this thing on there, it's a military badge, let me see the name on it, it belongs to David. Wait, David? Then, doesn't that mean what's in this box?"