Darkstone Code-Chapter 727 - 0725 Have a cup of coffee [This - is sponsored and additionally updated by: Mr_Crow - 2/15]
Jenia stared at her reflection for a moment, lost in thought.
This period could be described as her most carefree days, without having to worry about her Emperor brother finding things for her to do, without having to consider the endless fabricated gossip in those third-rate tabloids of the Empire, without having to think about...
She could just happily play, as the people of the Federation were not as focused on her as an "Empress Princess" as she had imagined, which initially made her feel a bit disappointed.
Someone who has always lived under the spotlight would find it very uncomfortable to suddenly leave it, but her mindset adjusted just in time.
Delicious food, beautiful scenery, interesting experiences — all these made her days fulfilling, and Lynch’s arrival made them even more so.
The carefree days were coming to an end; once she returned to Gafura, she would need to "armor" herself again, to become the slightly rebellious Empress Princess in the eyes of the people.
She dabbed on some cosmetics, noticing that the Federation’s cosmetics seemed more comfortable than Gafura’s, with more functions and fragrances as well.
This is the subtle gap between the two countries. The Federation’s capitalists have already set their sights on women, using various means to rebrand cosmetics and related products, aided by the women’s rights movement, these items have become the first choice for many beauty-loving women.
Everyone wants a pretty face; before, they didn’t know how to achieve it, but now the capitalists have shown them the way.
"I’ll miss you, Lynch," she said while adding some moisture, as those magazines she read suggested that it’s crucial to hydrate the skin before bed, especially for women in their thirties, or else they’d age quickly.
She glanced through the mirror’s reflection, looking at Lynch in the mirror.
Lynch was lying on the bed watching TV; he noticed the woman staring at him in the mirror and quickly looked away, "I’m going to Gafura with you."
Jenia was a bit surprised, she turned around to look at Lynch, "Is it because of me?"
"Because I need to be conferred a title," Lynch said frankly.
While this didn’t seem romantic, during this period, Lynch had realized that Jenia is not someone without any schemes; she is much wiser than people typically perceive her.
She’s a woman good at hiding her true self, which is why any small sentimental display would make Lynch feel embarrassed.
They are both old foxes; neither can outsmart the other.
"I thought you were going back with me because of me!" She turned back to the mirror and applied some synthetic chemicals on her face.
She smiled faintly. Initially, she was reluctant to get close to this young man, but now, she found herself somewhat unable to leave him.
Witty, humorous, handsome — although sometimes Lynch can be a bit sharp-tongued, most of the time, he knows how to make people very happy.
The more it is so, the more Jenia understands, this is a man she cannot control; this time is different from before.
"It can be because of you too!" Lynch replied with a smile.
Jenia wouldn’t blame him for telling the truth and found his "truth" quite amusing, she couldn’t help but laugh.
"Tell me about the process of conferment, just so I don’t mess up the event..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
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The next day, Lynch woke up very early; today was Catherine’s internship day, and actually, Catherine had already arrived in Bupen a week ago.
Mr. Truman’s recommendation letter was indeed useful; the President didn’t even hesitate and checked Catherine’s name.
Of course, it had absolutely nothing to do with the ten million that Lynch donated; this wasn’t a money-for-power transaction. The President simply believed that girls from ordinary social backgrounds should be given more opportunities.
This time, the internship list included a girl from a regular family background, gaining the President more support in public opinion.
The President also expressed that he would consider allowing more children from ordinary backgrounds to have the opportunity to come into contact with the core of this country and understand how this great nation operates in the future.
Even those who didn’t support him felt he did well in this matter.
In the past, the interns at the President’s Mansion often came from impressive backgrounds; they were either from political families, members of big capitalists, or belonged to some Consortium.
People didn’t pay much attention to these things; it was just a place where rich and powerful kids quickly elevated themselves and had nothing to do with ordinary people.
But this time, it was slightly different. Tricia, the President of the York State Women’s Rights Protection Association, was the first to speak up for Catherine, and the York State local TV station also broadcast some details about Catherine’s family situation.
Her mother works part-time at home, she works for the City Hall, sells the textiles she makes to Lynch’s company, and thereby earns some manual fees.
Her father works as a warehouse administrator, a manual labor job, working eleven hours a day with one and a half hours of break, earning just three hundred a month.
As for her, she is a student at a public university, working and studying part-time.
She has worked hard to go from completely struggling with her studies at the beginning to becoming an outstanding student in the eyes of classmates, teachers, and professors.
The media interviews not only covered this family of three, but also their neighbors, colleagues, and classmates.
Anyone trying to criticize in this area is entirely impossible because Lynch indeed did not give Catherine’s family any preferential treatment. They still squeeze into a shabby small house and work hard every month for their salary.
Before these reports came out, even Catherine’s father’s colleagues didn’t know that the silent, diligent, self-driven overtime warehouse Administrator was actually the father of Lynch’s ex-girlfriend!
Comprehensive exposure, without any favoritism, nobody could find a fault.
The media did not avoid discussing the past relationship between Catherine and Lynch, and they even focused on talking about their emotional experiences and eventual breakup.
The report stated that Lynch provided the girl with the opportunity for education to thank her for the help she gave at the beginning of Lynch’s entrepreneurship, also as a summary of their past relationship.
People did not think Lynch did poorly for this; instead, they felt Lynch was more flesh and blood than the capitalists they knew.
Then came the selection criteria for how to become a President’s Mansion intern. It must be said that the Federation Government’s efficient, clean, and transparent selection mechanism ensured that there was no possibility of fraud at any stage.
Out of over ten thousand letters nationwide, after layers of selection, a large list was eventually locked down and handed over to the President for the final decision.
Everyone was excellent, and since the President was unaware of who each name corresponded to, he selected the final candidates based solely on some references. Catherine was fortunate to be selected.
The entire society was moved by this girl’s hard work and her luck. So much so that even before officially working, she already had a nickname—"Shining Girl."
Today is the day Catherine officially joins in.
After review by the Security Committee and regular job training, starting from nine o’clock this morning, she will undergo an internship here, lasting at least three months and no more than a year.
A bit nervous.
This is how Catherine feels at the moment. She stands outside the President’s Mansion in simple clothes, wearing an intern badge labeled "President’s Mansion Intern: Catherine."
Beside her are eleven young boys and girls, all with sunny smiles, ready to meet today’s staff.
This is a ceremony, a process where people from the President’s Mansion once again confirm their looks and names.
Lynch arrived there before nine o’clock, and the girl saw him. Her eyes suddenly filled with light.
After a brief exchange of glances, she refocused on her work.
The rushing staff mostly already knew them. Some walked past expressionless, while others showed good-natured smiles.
No matter how the outside world evaluates these interns, each staff member knows none of them are easy to deal with.
At nine o’clock sharp, work began, and twelve interns turned around and walked into the President’s Mansion. They have been assigned various jobs and directly plunged into busy work.
Lynch adjusted his clothes, stepped towards the President’s Mansion, and remembered to take out his credentials.
Special Adviser to the Security Committee. The guards at the President’s Mansion door just took a glance and let him through without any hindrance.
Initially, they checked whether Lynch brought any dangerous items into the President’s Mansion, but this guy comes here so often and frequently enters the President’s office. Moreover, being a member of the Security Committee, responsible for security, he was given inspection exemption.
Having just entered the President’s Mansion, Mr. Truman’s voice came from behind, "I thought you wouldn’t come."
Lynch paused in the lobby, watching Mr. Truman calmly wear his credentials while crossing the outermost security line.
"The TV said you broke up...", he joked.
That’s how the TV reported it, but Mr. Truman definitely doesn’t believe what’s said in the report.
If Lynch truly had no relationship with Catherine anymore, he wouldn’t have asked himself to write a recommendation letter for an unknown girl.
Knowing that in some occasions, a recommendation letter that "ensures" entrance to the President’s Mansion already costs over two million privately, yet still in short supply, hard to come by.
Even if Lynch doesn’t have to pay such a price for the letter, like two million, he actually owes Mr. Truman a big favor, a favor worth at least millions.
"People always reminisce."
The two laughed and walked into the President’s Mansion together, and soon Lynch saw a slightly nervous Catherine holding a pile of documents passing by him.
"Hey, get me a cup of coffee later!"
He said with a smile.
