America 1881: Legend of the West

The next day, when little Rockefeller woke up and found that his lower body was naked.

He was completely confused.

According to the composition of the scene, something indescribable should have happened between him and the charming lady.

But little Rockefeller tried his best to think about it, but he couldn't remember it.

Did it happen? Still didn't happen?

He wasn't sure.

The eldest young master grabbed the triangular strip of cloth with lace that fell on his lap.

Suddenly he had an idea.

He brought the strip of cloth to his nose and smelled it.

God knows what little Rockefy smelled.

He picked up the strip of cloth with a look of enjoyment on his face and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

A gust of wind came in through the cracks in the window.

"Ah."

It might be because of the smell of the cloth, or it might be that I caught a cold while sleeping without pants.

Little Rockefeller stood up and sneezed.

He stood up from the ground and pulled up his pants.

The eldest young master is still recalling the good things last night, thinking, thinking, with a silly smile on his face.

Oh, woman!

One night? How can one night be enough?

Spring nights are too short, let alone without any memory?

Although he didn't know why Eva left without saying goodbye last night, it would be easier to handle now that he knew the identity of the woman.

So, in the following days, Rockefeller Jr. began to try to contact Eva through various methods.

He first wrote to Eva with great hope.

For security reasons, the mailing address was not his own residential address, and the signature was only his initials.

The content of the letter is extremely disgusting.

But after these letters were sent out, they all disappeared.

Young Rockefeller wondered if he was regarded as a pervert by Eva because he did not disclose his identity.

So, he asked his men to deliver the letter directly.

Unexpectedly, the subordinate was told that Ms. Eva, as the vice president's secretary, worked next to the president's office.

If you want to see her, you must call to make an appointment first.

The frustrated subordinates reported it to Rockefeller Jr.

After hearing the news, Rockefeller couldn't wait to turn the phone in his office.

The operator scrambled to get the Northern Securities line.

"Duda, this is the vice president's office of Northern Securities. What can I do for you?"

Eva's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Little Rockefeller's hand holding the receiver shook involuntarily:

"It's me, John."

"John? What's your last name?"

Little Rockefeller's heart seemed to be tugged:

"Rockefeller, John Rockefeller! John Rockefeller of Standard Oil."

"Hello, Mr. Rockefeller, do you want to see Mr. Harriman? When? He has a full schedule this afternoon."

The sound on the other side of the receiver didn't have much fluctuation, it was sweet and official.

"I'm not looking for Harriman, I'm looking for you, Eva! I want to see you, I..." Little Rockefeller said hurriedly.

But his flower hasn't spoken yet, and it seems that the other end of the phone can no longer be connected. .

Little Rockefeller was stunned.

He called again, but there was no answer on the other end of the phone.

"Who can make the call?" Harriman walked out of his office and glanced at Eva.

"Little Mr. Rockefeller," Eva replied.

She put the receiver aside.

"Looking for me?"

"He didn't say he was looking for you, and then the signal was cut off."

Although Harriman was a little strange, he didn't pay much attention:

"I'm going to Morgan's place in the afternoon. I'll probably be caught there all afternoon. Damn it, it seems there's another internal data leak."

He adjusted his collar, but his movements were a little clumsy.

Eva stood up, walked to Harriman, and straightened his clothes.

"Don't worry, business matters are important." Eva said softly.

Her hands dropped and she pressed the buttons on Harriman's suit crotch one by one.

Harriman almost couldn't hold it back and hugged Eva's waist.

"Go, Mr. President, your driver should be waiting for you downstairs." Eva gently pushed Harriman's hand away.

Harriman looked at his watch.

"Just wait, I'll come back tonight to take care of this little goblin."

Eva watched Harriman enter the elevator.

She walked to the window and looked down, watching Harriman get into his car and disappear down the street.

Eva turned around expressionlessly and walked into Harriman's office.

"clatter!"

The door was locked from the inside.

Morgan's office is not in the Flatiron Building where Northern Securities is located, but it's not too far away.

Harriman closed his eyes and rested for a while. The driver's voice came from the front:

"Sir, here we are."

Morgan's office is huge.

It's so big that even though the walls here are covered with blackboards and there are several easel-like shelves in the office, the place doesn't look small or cramped.

Morgan was sitting in his chair, staring at the blackboard on the wall.

It was densely written with various letters, numbers, and even formulas.

Harriman could not understand any of them.

Rather than saying that this is the office of a Wall Street tycoon, it is more like the office of a university professor.

"Harriman, do you know why we are so passive now?"

Morgan stared at the blackboard and said coldly.

"Our last dividend data has appeared in court again, and the government's lawyers are using this to deduce our actual shareholding composition."

"But those things can't be used as evidence! We don't have to admit it unless they get the original documents!" Harriman said eagerly.

"Do you think that's the point I'm telling you, Harriman?"

Morgan's head turned to him.

The Wall Street tycoon's tone changed from his usual polite tone and showed no mercy.

"If every move we make is under the eyes of others, we will definitely lose this lawsuit!"

"Well, I'm still checking for insiders in the company. I've checked the background of everyone who can be involved in the core data," Harriman said, sweating profusely.

"But secrets are still leaking, right." Morgan stared into Harriman's eyes. "What did you tell me in the Masonic Salon? Is this what you call the Western way?"

"Harriman, I hope you can think clearly, I tell you, no one in this world can believe it! Especially those who are close to you!"

He turned around and walked to the window.

"If we fail, Northern Securities will be broken up, and I will still work on my bank. As for Mr. Harriman, I'm afraid you will no longer have a foothold in the west."

Morgan didn't speak anymore, just looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

For the first time, he did not leave Harriman down to discuss official business.

Harriman understood what Morgan meant.

If he can't find out the traitor in a short period of time, then Morgan will take care of him as well. Whether he will be used as a scapegoat or directly driven back is unknown.

He walked out of the office building dejectedly and got into his car.

"President, where are we going now?" the driver asked.

According to the original arrangement, he would stay with Morgan for an afternoon, just like before.

But today, Morgan's patience finally reached its limit.

Harriman had been in his office for less than five minutes before he was kicked out.

"Where to go? Go back to the company! Where else can we go now?"

Harriman was simmering with anger.

The driver didn't dare to get into trouble and immediately started the car.

Harriman returned to the Flatiron Building and ran straight to the elevator.

People in the building looked at his gloomy expression and knew that the vice president was depressed somewhere and was not in a good mood, so they all stayed away.

The elevator quickly reached the sixteenth floor.

Harriman stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway to his office.

He walked to the door and turned the handle, only to find that the door didn't move at all.

The door is locked!

But Harriman remembered that he didn't lock the door when he went out!

He recalled what Morgan had said before, and his heart suddenly shook.

Harriman noticed that Eva seemed to be missing as well.

He took a few steps back, ready to rush forward and kick the door open.

However, just as he had raised his feet, a female voice suddenly came from behind:

"What's wrong, dear? Are you so angry that you want to kick down the door?"

Harriman turned his head and saw Eva standing behind him.