The Wolf of Los Angeles-Chapter 442: Sheep’s Hoof

Fiona, from the local Chapter, asked: "Your contact address hasn't changed, right? Good, I'll send the invitation and book your flight based on that."

Siebel quickly thanked her.

...

After hanging up, Fiona looked toward her assistant Monica. "Has Melanie, the branch leader here, arrived?"

Monica, who had also transferred from the Butterfly Consulting, replied, "Melanie is already in the reception room."

Fiona input Jennifer Siebel's name into the system and then headed to the reception area.

Melanie was one of San Francisco's prominent women's rights leaders. However, compared to Los Angeles -- the national forefront for such movements -- San Francisco's progress was slower.

Moreover, Fiona had brought with her the key to the development of women's rights: funding.

No money meant no benefits, and only fools would engage in activism without any gain.

Fiona asked directly, "Has our permit for the gathering been approved by City Hall?"

Melanie, who handled communication with the San Francisco City Hall, said, "It's approved. We should get official notice by the weekend. But I have some bad news -- the Mattachine Society is applying for a New Year's gathering too."

Fiona had always been a true feminist and hated the mortal enemy, the gay organization. "What are those freaks planning? Are they going to cause trouble for us again?"

Melanie laughed, "This is San Francisco, not Los Angeles. The LGBTQ community here doesn't have nearly the influence they do in L.A."

San Francisco had unfortunately witnessed more than one shooting incident targeting gays.

Fiona, completely focused on the women's movement and the Feminist Majority Foundation's interests, asked, "The current mayor, Gavin Newsom, is reportedly supportive of women's rights. Can we invite him to our events?"

Melanie responded, "We can try. There's a chance to invite him."

Fiona continued, "Are there any prominent women politicians or celebrities in the San Francisco area that we can invite?"

Melanie thought for a moment and said, "The chief local prosecutor, Kamala Harris, is a Black woman, and she's the former partner of Willie Brown -- not the best reputation, but she's dedicated to protecting women's rights."

Fiona said, "Invite her too. If we gather enough influential celebrities and politicians, our movement will build momentum fast and suppress those freaks."

Although Melanie hadn't personally witnessed the conflicts between the Feminist Majority Foundation and the Mattachine Society in Los Angeles, she had studied the news and videos. The LGBTQ community was truly their mortal enemy.

The situation in San Francisco was different. The Feminist Majority Foundation could definitely hold their ground against the LGBTQ groups.

...

Returning to her office, Fiona took out a spare phone and called L.A., directly reaching Hawke.

Hawke's opinion was clear: the women's rights activities here needed to grow in influence and generate a strong scene. Also, they should find a suitable opportunity to introduce Jennifer Siebel to Gavin Newsom.

Fiona suspected this had something to do with romantic or personal relationships.

But Gavin Newsom came from a prominent family and was mayor of San Francisco. Would he be interested in a Hollywood actress?

Everyone knew actresses were easily compromised at any moment.

Fiona had looked into Siebel's background -- a normal middle-class family. Though she didn't fully understand, she followed Hawke's instructions.

---

Los Angeles, Brentwood.

Early on a weekend morning, Megan Taylor got up early. After showering and applying light makeup, she called her neighbor Caroline Jones to accompany her to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients.

In Megan's newly renovated villa, Caroline clicked her high heels as she entered the kitchen, holding a piece of beef. "Does this need to be cut open?"

"Hey, darling, if you don't know how to cook, I suggest you don't pick up the knife," Megan said. She didn't want the special date to turn into a hospital visit. "Hawke's picky, if it's not good, he won't eat it."

Caroline pouted. "That's true. Sometimes delicious food is right in front of him, but he just won't take a bite."

Megan turned to look at her up and down. "It is delicious."

Caroline put down the beef, washed her hands, and leaned against the kitchen doorway. "Every time you visit his office, you sneak bites, don't you?"

"No," Megan continued preparing the food.

Caroline snorted. "Don't deny it. I've smelled it a few times."

Megan put down the knife. "I don't sneak bites, because when I visit his office, I eat openly."

Her smile blossomed like a flower. "Whenever I'm hungry, I go see him and eat until I'm full."

Though the two had become close friends, Caroline couldn't help but feel jealous hearing Megan boast so plainly.

Mainly because Megan got to eat freely, while she couldn't.

Feeling unbalanced, Caroline showed her sharp teeth. "Aren't you afraid Erica Ferguson will blow your brains out?"

Megan laughed crisply. "Darling, your mind is all on your Twitter job. You're clueless about this stuff. Remember what I told you last time? How could I hide my relationship with Hawke from Detective Erica? I don't know about others, but there are many who want my job at Fox, and some have even emailed the detective bureau."

Caroline understood. "They want to use Erica to take you out?"

"Exactly," Megan said, serious at work despite a playful home demeanor. "But I have defeated them all. They couldn't even keep their jobs."

Caroline asked, "Does she accept you and Hawke?"

Megan shook her head. "For women from those big families, do you think we're a threat? Men never stay faithful. A man with wealth and power always looks for mistresses or others."

Caroline, who used to handle public relations cleanups, understood this well.

Media image of model husbands always collapsed.

Like the much-publicized loving Bill Gates couple -- Caroline had heard rumors around the business district about the world's richest man's wild behavior.

Megan continued, "I'm the result of a failed marriage. The terrifying memories from my childhood are hard to forget. Some might say deep childhood trauma is lifelong."

Caroline crossed her arms in thought. "Have you ever considered marriage?"

"No, I'm afraid of marriage and don't like kids," Megan smiled. "I never planned to marry or have children. Hawke knows that, and so does everyone around me."

Caroline fell silent for a moment. "So, you were never a threat."

Megan looked at her. "I remember you said something like that. Is it true?"

"Of course." Caroline pulled up her sleeve to show her watch. "I'm selfish, fashion-focused, and pursue quality of life because I love to enjoy myself."

Megan warned, "You better think it through."

Caroline stuck out her tongue, licking her bright red lips. "You know, every time I see you sneak bites, I want to kick you!"

Megan teased, "With your sheep hooves?"

Caroline lowered her head, widened her eyes like an angry sheep.

Megan wiped her hands. "Later, help me prepare lunch and then go home."

Hearing that brazen woman trying to burn bridges, Caroline really got angry. She snapped, "You want it all again? You didn't say that when you found me last night!"

Megan said intentionally, "Don't worry, I'll leave you a bite."

Their sisterly bond was as brittle as plastic, with Caroline unwilling to talk anymore.

"Give him a little surprise," Megan said as she walked over. "Once he's hooked, he definitely won't refuse."

Caroline stared at her. "You're not lying?"

Megan pointed to the clock on the wall. "Okay, wait until 2 PM, then come over. You know my door code."

"I'll trust you one more time."

Caroline helped Megan clean up the ingredients.

Near 10:30, she left Megan's place and went next door to her own home. She headed up to the second floor and sat by the window to watch.

...

Shortly after, a bulletproof Mercedes pulled into Megan's driveway. Two other cars with bodyguards were parked outside.

Caroline moved to the left side of the house, peeking through a side window while occasionally checking her phone.

Women were naturally skeptical of sisters.

The idea that sisters always helped each other was mostly empty talk.

Caroline resolved to wait only until 1:30 PM at most.

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