Looking at herself in the mirror, Genia was in a trance for a moment.
This period of time could be said to be the most carefree days of her life. She didn't need to worry about whether her brother, the emperor, would find something for her to do. She didn't need to worry about those third-rate tabloids in the Empire fabricating rumors about her.
She just needed to play happily. The Federation didn't pay as much attention to her as the "Empire's princess" as she thought, so she was a little disappointed at first.
As someone who had lived under the spotlight all her life, it was very uncomfortable to suddenly leave the spotlight, but her mentality changed in a timely manner.
Food, scenery, knowledge, these things made her life very fulfilling every day, and Lynch's arrival made her life even more fulfilling.
The carefree days were over, and when she returned to Gevra, she would rearm herself and become the rebellious Empire's princess in the eyes of others.
She wiped her cosmetics. The Federation's cosmetics seemed to be more comfortable to use than Gevra's. They also had more functions and taste.
This was the subtle difference between the two countries. The Federation's capitalists had targeted those women. They used various methods to whitewash cosmetics and a series of related products. Coupled with the promotion of women's rights, these products had become the first choice of many women who loved beauty.
Everyone wanted to have a beautiful face. In the past, they didn't know how to do it, but now the capitalists taught them how to do it.
"I'm going to miss you, Lynch."
She added some water. According to the magazines she read, it was very important to hydrate the skin before going to bed at night, especially for women in their thirties. If they didn't do so, they would quickly age.
She looked at Lynch through the reflection of the mirror.
Lynch was lying on the bed watching TV. He noticed the woman looking at him in the mirror and quickly withdrew his gaze. "I will go to Gevra with you."
Genia was a little surprised. She turned to look at Lynch. "Is it because of me?"
"Because I want to be appointed."
Lynch told the truth.
It didn't seem romantic, but after spending some time with her, Lynch had realized that Genia wasn't the kind of person who didn't have any schemes. She was much more intelligent than the impression people had of her.
This was a woman who was good at hiding her true self. Therefore, some small emotional displays would make Lynch feel very embarrassed.
Both of them were old foxes, and none of them could fool the other.
"I thought you went back with me because of me!"
She looked into the mirror again and applied some synthetic chemicals to her face.
At first, she didn't want to get close to this young man, but now, she felt that she couldn't leave him.
Witty, humorous, and handsome. Sometimes Lynch's mouth would be a little harsh, but most of the time, he could still make people happy.
The more he acted like this, the more Genia understood that this was a man she could not control. This time was different from the past.
"That works too!"
Lynch replied with a smile.
Genia didn't blame him for telling the truth. She even felt that his "truth" was very funny. She couldn't help but laugh.
"Tell me about the process of being appointed, so that I won't mess it up …"
…
The next day, Lynch woke up early. Today was Catherine's internship day. In fact, Catherine had already arrived in Boston a week ago.
Mr. Trumann's recommendation letter was very useful. The president didn't even think about it and checked Catherine's name.
Of course, this definitely had nothing to do with Lynch's donation of 10 million yuan. This was not a transaction of power or money. The president simply thought that girls from the ordinary class should be given more opportunities.
This time, there was a girl from an ordinary family on the list of interns, which also gave the president more support from the public.
The president also said that he would consider giving more children from the ordinary class the opportunity to come into contact with the core of the country and understand how this great country operated.
Those who didn't support him also felt that he did a good job in this matter.
Before this, the interns in the presidential palace often had some outstanding backgrounds. They were either from a political family, a member of a big capitalist, or from a local consortium.
People didn't pay much attention to these things. This was just a place for rich and powerful children to quickly improve themselves. It had nothing to do with ordinary people.
But this time, the situation was slightly different. President Trish of the York State Women's Rights Protection Association was the first to speak up for Catherine. The local TV station in York State also broadcast some information about Catherine's family.
Her mother worked part-time at home. She worked for the City Hall and sold the textiles she made to Lynch's company, and then received some handicraft fees from it.
Her father worked as a warehouse manager. He worked eleven hours a day, with one and a half hours of rest. His monthly salary was just three hundred yuan.
She, on the other hand, was a public university student who worked part-time.
She had worked hard to go from being completely unable to keep up with her studies at the beginning to becoming an excellent student in the eyes of her classmates, teachers, and professors.
The media interviewed not only the family of three, but also their neighbors, colleagues, and classmates.
It was impossible for anyone to find fault in this aspect, because Lynch did not give any preferential treatment to Catherine's family. They were still crowded in a small dilapidated house, still working hard for a monthly salary.
Before these reports came out, Catherine's father's colleagues didn't even know that the warehouse manager who was silent, actively obeyed the requirements of his superiors, and often spontaneously worked overtime, was the father of Lynch's ex-girlfriend!
Comprehensive exposure, no preferential treatment, no one could find fault with it.
The media didn't avoid the relationship between Catherine and Lynch before, and even emphasized the relationship between the two, as well as the final breakup.
In the report, Lynch provided the girl with the opportunity to go to school to thank her for her help at the beginning of Lynch's business. At the same time, it was also a summary of the past relationship.
People didn't feel that Lynch did a bad job because of this. Instead, they felt that Lynch was more flesh and blood than those capitalists they knew.
Then there were some selection conditions on how to become an intern in the Office of the President. It had to be said that the Federation Government's efficient, clean, and transparent selection mechanism ensured that there was no possibility of fraud in any link.
From a total of more than 10,000 letters in the country, through layers of selection, a large list was finally locked, and then it was handed over to the President for final confirmation.
Everyone was excellent. In the case where the President didn't know who each name corresponded to, he only relied on some references to choose the final candidate. Catherine was lucky enough to be selected.
The whole society was impressed by the girl's efforts and her luck. So much so that she didn't have a formal job, but she already had a nickname — "the shining girl."
Today was the day Catherine officially entered the office.
After the review of the Safety Committee and the training of ordinary work, starting at nine o 'clock this morning, she would have to do an internship here for at least three months and at most a year.
A little nervous.
This was what Catherine felt at this time. She stood outside the Office of the President in plain clothes, with the intern tag "Office of the President Intern: Catherine" hanging on her chest.
Next to her, there were eleven young boys and girls. They all had sunny smiles on their faces to greet today's staff.
This was a ceremony, a process, and the people in the Office of the President needed to confirm their appearance and name again.
Lynch arrived before nine o 'clock. When the girl saw him, her eyes suddenly filled with light.
After a brief exchange of glances, she refocused her attention on her work.
Most of the staff who were in a hurry already had an understanding of them. Some people passed in front of them expressionlessly, and some people showed kind smiles to them.
No matter what the outside world said about this batch of interns, every staff member knew that none of them were easy to provoke.
At nine o 'clock sharp, the work began. The twelve interns turned and walked into the Office of the President. They had already been assigned their own work and directly threw themselves into the busy work.
Lynch tidied up his clothes and walked toward the Office of the President. On the way, he didn't forget to take out his ID card.
The special consultant of the Safety Committee and the guards at the entrance of the Office of the President only took a look and let him go. They didn't even stop him.
At first, they checked whether Lynch had brought anything dangerous into the Office of the President, but this guy had come too many times and often went in and out of the President's office. In addition, he was one of the members of the Safety Committee, so the personnel in charge of the Office of the President gave him the authority to exempt him from the inspection.
As soon as he entered the Office of the President, he heard Mr. Trumann's voice behind him. "I thought you wouldn't come."
Lynch stopped in the hall and watched Mr. Trumann put on his ID card calmly as he passed through the outermost security inspection line.
"The TV said that you two broke up …" he joked.
That was what was reported on TV, but Mr. Trumann would never really believe the report.
If Lynch really had nothing to do with Catherine, he wouldn't have asked him to write a recommendation letter for a girl he didn't know.
It had to be known that on some occasions, a recommendation letter that could "guarantee" entry into the Office of the President would privately cost more than two million yuan, and it was still priceless. It was difficult to find a letter.
Even if Lynch wouldn't pay any price for this letter, such as two million yuan, he actually owed Mr. Trumann a big favor, a favor worth at least a few million yuan.
"People are always nostalgic."
The two of them walked into the Office of the President while talking and laughing. Not long after, Lynch saw a nervous Catherine walking past him with a stack of documents.
"Hey, get me a cup of coffee later!"
He said with a smile.