Catherine, who walked out of the apartnt with Lynch, was still in so sort of "shock." Originally, she planned to intern at a local dia company in Curilan; the parents of one of her female classmates were mid-level employees there.
Through this well-connected classmate, she could easily get the intern card. After three months of internship and receiving an excellent evaluation, she could return to the library to continue reading.
This is how Catherine arranged her life for the next year—three months to secure the evaluation, then the rest of the ti to continue enriching herself.
She never considered that she might intern at a place like the President’s Mansion. Lord above, she never even dread of such a thing!
Looking at Lynch holding her hand, Catherine suddenly felt a bit saddened; the gap between her and Lynch was widening, to the point she could barely see him!
Three years ago, when she and he were still living in that little run-down rental house, their dreams for the future were limited to "having a house of our own," being "able to raise kids," and "both having a stable job."
No one expected that so quickly she would be interning at the President’s Mansion, with Lynch himself writing the recomndation letter.
Although Lynch was holding her hand, it gave Catherine a very unreal feeling, as if she might drift away from him at any mont, or he might drift away from her.
She used a bit of force, tightly grasping Lynch’s hand, only this way could she feel that she wouldn’t get lost.
Lynch glanced at her, reversed his grip, and smiled.
"Don’t be nervous, it’s easy!"
The silly boy, Catherine thought, but she also had a slight smile on her face. At least Lynch was holding her hand tightly too. She took a deep breath; she wanted to keep up!
They first went to the bookstore. As Lynch put it, interning at the President’s Mansion might not require you to know how to handle national affairs, but at least you should know how many states are in the Federation, what cities each state has, and the nas of each Governor and State Legislature Speaker.
These contents, akin to "geographical knowledge," are actually most frequently asked about in the President’s Mansion. When the dia reveals a small scandal, the first thought of the President or related personnel often isn’t "how do I respond" or "how do I clarify."
Instead, it’s "where the hell is this news coming from?"
The Federation is small, with seventeen states, but also large, with two or three hundred cities. No one can rember all these people all the ti, so there are secretaries and interns.
"Who’s the mayor of such-and-such city in such-and-such state?" This kind of question often arises in the President’s Mansion. Specialized people handle the professional matters; interns just need to deal with these inquiries.
Lynch selected books related to the Federation’s administrative divisions, which would detail the division of states and cities, as well as so on the Federation’s geography.
For example, where the six major lakes of the Federation are located, the five major national forest parks, how many volcanoes the Federation has, and so on. These sotis beco "casually asked questions."
While selecting books, Catherine unexpectedly ran into two classmates, a boy and a girl, who seed to be here for dating as well.
"Hey, Catherine!" a blonde girl waved, wearing a pink cropped T-shirt that exposed her navel, matched with tight jeans, looking full of youthful vitality.
Lynch suspected she had sothing hidden in her clothes, otherwise, she wouldn’t look so... full.
Beside her was a big guy who looked about the sa age, with slightly long and unruly hair, wearing a tank top beneath an oversized open shirt.
Due to his hair, it was hard to see his face. Boys at this ti tend to have so inexplicable thoughts, which could be described as unique, though often they’re more coquettish, always feeling they can lead trends.
"Hi, Jane..." Catherine waved, although so people selecting books looked up at the two girls, they did not show much displeasure.
Beautiful girls always have perks.
"Wow, is this your boyfriend?" the girl nad "Jane" looked at Lynch with glowing eyes, "I’ve never heard you ntion him... wait, he seems a bit familiar!"
Not everyone follows the news, especially these teenagers with relatively good family conditions, whose hormones are pretty rampant.
Yes, around twenty years old, just the right ti.
Not recognizing Lynch was normal, but it felt like she’d seen him sowhere.
Thinking for a while but unable to figure it out, the girl extended her hand, "You’re handso, your girlfriend hid you well, let’s get acquainted, Jane."
Lynch shook her hand, twice, "Lynch."
The boy beside the girl was initially a bit unhappy; undoubtedly, Lynch shaking hands twice instinctively made him sowhat repulsed. After all, the girl beside him was his girlfriend, yearning so intensely, without any special penchant.
But at this point, Lynch’s na struck him dumb.
Unlike girls who pour much energy into fashion magazines and TV movies, boys occasionally pay a little attention to those prominent figures.
Not that they are truly studious, they simply want to compare themselves with these people, see why they fall short.
The girl seed aware of Lynch’s wicked humor; she wasn’t really opposed. She smiled at Catherine, "Your boyfriend isn’t a good person."
Catherine nodded with a smile, "He is always like this."
Isn’t it true? Even though he’s not a quarterback, those cheerleader bimbos are all eager to pounce, making the school’s actual quarterbacks suspect they’re playing for a fake team.
Lynch’s bad jokes are frequent, but he’s not trying to prank anyone or make anyone look foolish; it’s just a kind of "innocence" and "simplicity."
When Lynch extended his hand towards the boy next to Jane, the big boy got nervous.
He wiped his right hand on his clothes to get rid of the sweat before shaking Lynch’s hand, "Mr. Lynch, my na is Kevin."
"Hello, Kevin!"
Kevin’s deanor, his attitude was sowhat... indescribably awkward, like inexplicably lowering himself.
Even Jane, who didn’t get mad at Lynch’s joke earlier, was a little angry now because her boyfriend’s poor behavior embarrassed her.
She discreetly nudged her boyfriend with her elbow, and he glared at her before withdrawing his hand, though he still seed a bit uneasy.
Lynch knew this young man recognized him, so he smiled and said, "It seems you are here for a date, as are we, so we..."
Jane quickly said her goodbyes with a smile as Lynch and Catherine went to pay the bill, and then she expressed her displeasure, "You really disappointed !"
"Disappointed?" Kevin returned to normal, "My gosh, can’t you tell who he is by now?"
The girl seed to realize sothing, "Who is he?"
"Lynch, the youngest billionaire, my gosh, don’t you ever watch the news?" He said, realizing sothing, "How’s your relationship with Catherine?"
The girl pursed her lips, "So-so, she’s a bit of a loner."
Loner—doesn’t join various sororities, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t have casual flings, doesn’t take off her clothes to surf on the grass.
For these "goody-two-shoes," the girl groups aren’t very welcoming either; they prefer those who can have fun, not a bookworm.
Though their relationship was just average, they could still talk.
The big boy sighed, "If you had a decent relationship, maybe we could ask Mr. Lynch for a recomndation letter for us..." He glanced at his girlfriend, "But it doesn’t seem likely."
...
It was just a minor interlude. After buying so books, the two strolled around, and Lynch got Catherine so new seasonal clothes.
The clothes seed a bit stiff, not flashy, but that’s precisely what she needed the most.
Interning at the President’s Mansion isn’t easy, and the dress code is very strict. Many people want to advance in so way at the President’s Mansion, so the dress code for female staff has beco stricter than high school and college attire requirents.
Various feminist organizations have protested, arguing that the Federation Governnt’s dress code requirents for female officials are discriminatory, but so far, protests have remained just that.
With the purchase order, they watched a movie and had a big dinner before returning to the apartnt.
The apartnt had a new administrator; the previous young man had inexplicably resigned and just left, forcing the managent company to rush a replacent.
When Lynch and Catherine returned, the managent company’s manager was explaining so particulars to be mindful of to the new administrator.
The sumr heat made everyone sweat, so naturally, they needed to shower upon returning to the apartnt, and there was only one bed...
Sotis, interesting things happen this way. Even after being apart for a while, the familiar feeling, as if facing themselves, remains unchanged.
A night went by without a word.
Lynch stayed for several days, primarily to advise Catherine on so preps she might want to do next, though it’s not crucial if she doesn’t prepare anything.
As a staunch supporter of the "President’s faction," Lynch’s recomndation would ensure soone wouldn’t be fired even if they made mistakes.
But being prepared is always better than not because opportunities are always for the prepared.
anwhile, so old rumors resurfaced among student groups, about Catherine’s boyfriend, for example.
This isn’t a new topic; it’s been circulated twice before. So people have seen Lynch and Catherine together, but then Lynch disappeared for a long ti.
A female classmate, with a good relationship with Catherine, visited her the day after Lynch left.
She just wanted to tell her best friend to hold strong this ti and not be deceived by Lynch, that jerk!
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