Chapter 7 Part 1 What's so hard about it? -7

I watched as Suzy searched for my dress and underwear, and rummaged through my makeup bag.Then she walked out of my room with those clothes and supplies. I sat in the chair, stretched my hands and stretched my legs a few times, and bent and stretched my fingers for a while.Well, it should work.write that book. I opened a new document, typed "Chapter 1", and looked at those words with self-admiration.Chapter 1! That's pretty cool! I'm actually writing a book! The next thing is to write a really memorable opening sentence that will last forever. I sat in the chair and stayed motionless for a while, staring at the blank screen in front of me, then typed briskly,

financial finance is I paused and took a sip of the low-fat cocoa drink.Obviously, it takes a lot of thinking and thinking to write a decent sentence.Don't expect good sentences to spring into thought easily and naturally. Finance is the most God.I wish I had written a book about clothing, or about cosmetics.Becky Bloomwood's Guide to Lipsticks. Anyway, I'm not writing a book like that.Pull yourself together and focus. financial finance is You see, the chair I'm sitting in is not comfortable at all.I'm sure it's not healthy to sit in this chair for a long time. Sitting in a chair with such a sagging cushion for hours at a time, I'm going to get repetitive muscle injuries, or something.Seriously, if I were going to be a writer, I'd invest in a swivel chair that could go up and down to fit people's anatomy.

finance finance is very There may be swivel chairs of that type for sale on the Internet as well.Maybe I should go online and have a look.Now that the computer is turned on, you might as well go online and take a look. Actually - I'd be kind of irresponsible if I didn't go online and check it out.I mean, people have to take care of themselves, right? As the saying goes, health is what matters, or something like that. I reached out and moved the mouse, and quickly clicked on the Internet logo, searching for "office chair" -- and quickly browsed to the options.I saw that there were several good sites out there, and suddenly I landed on a great site that I had never been on before that listed a wide variety of office supplies.Not just bland white envelopes, but really amazing high-tech stuff like beautiful chrome filing cabinets, cool pen holders, pen holders and a really cute, personalized door nameplate.

I flipped through pictures of the various appliances and was completely mesmerized.I mean, I know I shouldn't be spending any more money at this point -- but this time it's different, it's investing in my career.After all, this is my office, isn't it? This office needs good office supplies.It has to have good office supplies.In fact, I can't believe how short-sighted I am.How can I expect to write this book without even the necessary office supplies? It's like trying to climb Mount Everest without a tent. Facing this dazzling array of utensils, I seem at a loss and don't know where to start.But there are a few essentials that I have to buy anyway.

With that, I clicked on a fuchsia leather upholstered wellness swivel chair that matched the Apple computer I was using, and a speech recognition converter that translates human speech into a computer on the text.Then I picked a cool looking iron document splint to hold the document paper while typing, a stacked file holder - this thing will definitely come in handy, and a small file Paper shredder too.A shredder like this is a must, because I don't want the manuscript to be lost for all the world to see, do I? I'm thinking about buying some reception hall sectionals—but I don't feel like I'm in my bedroom There was really no room for visitors—and Suzie came running into my room again.

"Hi, how is your writing going?" I was startled, I didn't even bother to check how much these things cost, I quickly clicked the "Send" prompt block, and hurriedly logged out of the Internet-when I looked up at Suzie, this screen happened to be Recreated the "Chapter One" I broke into. "You're serious about writing," Suzy said, shaking her head. "You've got to take a break. How much have you written?" "Well... I wrote a lot." "Can I read?" To my horror, she strode towards me. "No!" I yelled, "I mean—this is still being written. These subjects...have to be kept under wraps for now." I hastily exited the file and stood up. "You're looking really good. Susie, that's great!"

"Thank you!" she beamed at me, twirling around in my dress when the doorbell rang. "Oh, it must be Fanny." Fanny is Susie's cousin, Scotch, a little eccentric, very pretty.Actually, to be honest, she's not so weird anymore.She used to ride horses with her brother Taxin, and fish with a spear, and other odd tricks.But recently she'd moved to London, got a job at an art gallery, and now she'd come to see Suzy, to go to the party with her.Suzy opened the front door, and I heard Fanny's loud voice—another string of girls romping.There was always a crowd around Fanny, she was popular everywhere like a celebrity.

"Hi!" she yelled to me, running into my house.She's wearing a beautiful pink velvet dress from whistles, I have one too, but she's wearing a horrible brown lamé turtleneck that doesn't go well with her. "Hi, Becky! Are you coming tonight?" "I'm not going to-night," I said, "I've got some work to do." "Oh," said Fanny with a look of disappointment on her face, just like Susie's just now, and then brightened up again, "so, may I borrow your Jimmy Choos shoes from you? Our feet are the same size. It's the same, right?"

"Okay," I said, "the shoes are in the closet," I said slowly, trying to look calm, "do you want to borrow another coat? I have one that matches this dress of yours blouse. Pink cashmere with shiny beads. Really nice." "Really?" said Fanny. "Oh, yes! I put this polo shirt on without giving it much thought." As she was taking off her own polo shirt, a blond girl in a black dress ran in. My room, grinning at me. "Hi, um...Mira," I said, and I finally remembered her name, "How are you?" "I'm fine," she said, with an expectant look on her face, "Fannie said I could borrow your English Eccentrics shawl from you?"

"I lent it to Suzie," I said, with a look of regret on my face, "but how about a fuchsia shawl with a round tinsel?" "Okay, thank you so much! Binky also said, do you still have that black curly dress?" "Yes," I said after thinking for a while, "but actually, I have another dress that might look better if she wears it..." After tossing about for half an hour, they all got their wish and borrowed travel clothes from me.In the end, they happily walked out of my room, saying repeatedly that they would return the clothes to me tomorrow morning.Suzie came in again, her hair was coiled high on her head, and the little tendrils on both sides fell slowly to her ears, she looked very beautiful.

"Bex, are you still not going to come with us?" she said. "Tahin is going too, and I think he would like you to go too." "Well," I said, trying not to look surprised, "he's coming to London, then?" "I'm only here for a few days," Susie said looking at me, with a regretful look on her face, "Look, Bex, if it wasn't for Luke...I think Taxin still likes you very much." "I dare say that's not the case," I said hastily, "That's the old imperial calendar, when did it all happen!" I'd dated Tachin once before, but that was something I didn't want to think about anymore. "Okay," Suzie said, shrugging, "I'll see you later. Don't work too hard!" "No," I replied, followed by a world-weary sigh, "at least I'll try not to work myself too hard." I heard the outside door slam shut, and the taxi roared away outside.I took a sip of my tea and turned back to my first chapter. finance finance is very In fact, I have no mood to write any more.Suzie is right, it's time for me to take a break.I mean, if I sit in front of the computer for hours on end, I'll eventually burn out and not be creative at all.The key question is, I have to get off to a good start. I stood up, stretched my waist, and stretched my arms, then walked into the living room and picked up a copy of "Tateler".At this time, the series "Eastsiders" is on the TV, and the next one may be "Housing", or something, or it may be a documentary about veterans.I'll just take a look - and get back to work.I mean, I have a whole night to spare and nothing to rush.I have to be kind to myself. I casually opened the magazine, browsing the contents column, looking for something that might interest me.Suddenly, my eyes stopped in surprise.It was a little picture of Luke, and it was titled "Brydon & Company Leaders, Page 74"! Why didn't he tell me there was going to be an article about him in Tettler? That photo is his latest official bust, and I helped him pick out the clothes (blue shirt, dark blue Fendi tie) when it was taken.He stared at the camera, with a serious expression on his face, looking like he was talking about business—but if you look closely at his eyes, there is a hint of a smile hidden in them.Looking at this familiar face, I felt a surge of heat in my heart, and I really felt that Susie was right.I'm supposed to trust him without reservation, shouldn't I? I mean, what would that bitch Alicia know? I turned to page 74, which was an article introducing the British business elite.I skimmed through it from top to bottom...I couldn't help but notice that some of the powerful people featured here had pictures of their spouses or girlfriends.There might be a picture of me, with Luke! Chances are, somebody's going to get a picture of us at a party or sometime together, that's totally possible.In retrospect, a reporter from the Evening Standard once snapped a photo of the two of us at the launch of a new magazine, although it never made it into the paper. Oh, he is introduced here, the 34th! It is him, still in that very formal photo, but I don't have any figure.Anyway, seeing his photo (bigger than anyone else's, ha) I still feel a burst of pride, and the caption below it says: Braden relentlessly chasing success, underdogs kicked out of the ring.The introductory article reads: "Luke Brydon is the powerful owner and founder of Brydon Corporation..." I read quickly, and the subtitle of the second paragraph was "Important Personal Information", and I couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.I will definitely be mentioned here! "Current girlfriend is Miss Rebecca Bloomwood, a well-known TV program consultant", or "Her girlfriend is Miss Rebecca Bloomwood, a famous financial expert. "or— luke james brydon Age: 34 Education: University of Cambridge Current Marital Status: Single single? Luke told them he was single? I stared at the confident and arrogant expression in Luke's eyes, and I couldn't help feeling hurt anger rising in my heart.Suddenly, I felt like enough was enough.I've had enough of being anxious and uneasy all day, not knowing what the future holds.With shaking hands, I picked up the receiver and called Luke. "Well," I said, after questioning Luke, "well, if you're single, Luke, then I'm single, too. Right? If you're going to New York, then I'm going to... Outer Mongolia. If you..." Suddenly, my mind went blank.Damn it, I was thinking about what to say just now. "...if you don't dare tell me these things yourself, it's better for us both..." I tried to figure out what to say.I should have written down what I wanted to say first. "...just blow it off. Maybe that's what you did." I finished, panting. "Becky?" Luke's deep voice rang in my ear, and I couldn't help feeling nervous. "What's wrong?" I said, trying to sound confident. "You talk so nonsense, what's going on?" He asked calmly. "It's not a mess," I replied angrily, "it's the truth." "What does 'If you're single, so am I' mean? What's the lyrics to a popular song?" "I'm talking about you! Actually you told the whole world that you're single." "What did I say?" Luke said, with interest in his voice, "When did I do that?" "It's in Tetler!" I said angrily. "It's this month!" I grabbed the magazine and flipped it open. "'Britain's business elite, No. 34, Luke Braden'." "Oh, my God," said Luke, "it's for this." "Yes, that's it!" I yelled. "That's it! That article says you're single. Think about it, I read you telling people you're single, what am I going to think?" "Are you quoting me?" "Well...not really," I said after a pause, "that article didn't quote you directly. But I mean, they must have called you and asked you—" "They called me and asked me," he said, "I mean no comment." "Oh," I was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say, trying to figure out a clue in my mind.Well, it could be that he didn't say he's single - but I'm not sure I'd agree with that "no comment" statement.Isn't that the kind of ambiguity people say when things are going badly? "Why did you say no comment?" I finally said, "Why didn't you say I was your girlfriend?" "Honey," Luke said, with a hint of anxiety in his tone, "think about it, do you want our private life to be played up in the media?" "Of course not." I fiddled with my fingers, crossing them. "Of course not. But you..." I stopped talking. "What's wrong?" "When you talked about friends with Sassy, ​​you were outspoken with the media." I said softly. Sassie is Luke's ex-girlfriend. I can't believe I'm saying this. Luke sighed. "Becky, Sassie told the press about us. If Hello magazine was interested, she'd let them take pictures of us in the bathtub. She's that kind of girl." "Hmm," I said, wrapping my fingers around the phone cord. "I'm not interested in that kind of thing. It's up to my clients to do what they want, but from my perspective, there's nothing worse than exaggerating personal privacy. So I said no comment." He paused. "But you're right. I should have thought about what you'd think. I should have made it clear to you beforehand. I'm so sorry." "It's nothing," I said awkwardly, "I think I was a little too impatient, and I shouldn't draw conclusions so one-sidedly." "So you're not angry anymore?" Luke said, his tone warm and amused. "Are we reconciled?" "And what about New York?" I said, hating myself a little for being so impatient. "Is that a misunderstanding, too?" There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, which made people palpitate. "What did you hear about New York?" Luke finally asked—and, to my dismay, his tone was prim and nonchalant. Oh my god! Why can't I keep my mouth shut a little tighter? "I haven't heard anything," I stammered, "I... I don't know. It's just..." My voice faded away, and we were both silent, as if hours had passed in silence.My heart was pounding, I was holding the microphone tightly in my hand, and my ears were starting to hurt. "Becky, I need to talk to you about something," Luke said finally, "but now is not the time." "Okay," I said, feeling a little prickly inside, "is... what is it?" "Not now. Shall we talk when I get back? Saturday. After the wedding?" "Okay," I said again, trying to sound cheerful so that he wouldn't think I was nervous, "Okay! Then I'll see you . . . when . . . " Before I could finish my sentence, he had hung up the phone.