I glanced over and saw something about Iceland's Aurora Tour.

"Toby, do you really think that's a good idea?"

I pointed at the Iceland advertisement flyer and said to Toby solemnly, "Your employees are already working overtime, especially in the R&D department. Do you want them to not be able to sleep during the holidays?"

"Okay." Toby accepted my advice and flipped open the Iceland advertisement. "Rome?"

"Holidays." I imitated Hepburn's Tiffany breakfast poster.

"Singapore?" Toby looked up at me.

"Crazy rich Asian." I imitated the action of the heroine on the movie poster.

"Hokkaido?"

"Love letter." I imitated the movie poster again and pretended to be in the snow.

"Then … Shanghai?"

Toby stared at me.

I stared at Toby.

Toby continued to stare at me.

I cleared my throat and sang, "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you ~ are ~ a city that never sleeps ~"

Toby laughed.

It was rare to see Toby laugh.

Usually, he would laugh politely.

If he laughed too obviously, he would cover his lips with his hand.

It was rare to see him laugh crookedly like this. It was a hidden version that only our family could see.

"Why aren't we going to England anymore?"

I asked. I picked up the stack of flyers and realized that there were no locations in England. "We went to England two years ago."

"That's why we won't go this year."

Toby answered me and stopped laughing. "I'm afraid that the employees will protest if we go to the same place for three years."

I pursed my lips, somewhat dismayed.

"Okay."

If we didn't go to England, it meant that we wouldn't meet Andrew while the employees were on vacation. This trip would be the first one without Andrew.

"You can choose a place that the Star of Europe can reach," Toby suggested. "That way, Andy can come over and play with us."

That's great.

I nodded happily.

Let's do that.

That's why Toby and I both liked to work.

At least it was this kind of working hours.

We will do things as we play, and no one will feel lonely and helpless.

There was a time when Parker Industries was criticized by the media (because of their complicated relationship with Spider-man).

During that period of time, Toby was under a lot of pressure, and a small part of his head was bald.

To that end, I made sure that I was always by Toby's side as much as possible, helping him block all the questions he didn't want to answer, and avoiding unnecessary meetings so that he could focus on his work.

One day, Toby said to me, "Nan Nan, I'd definitely be in pain without you."

I was busy with work at the time and remember not looking up when I answered.

"Thank you, me too.

So can you be an assistant like Jarvis for me?

Then I'll love you forever. "

… Okay, Parker's Jarvis finally created it. However, this AI was considered the company's public property on a certain level, and it was Toby's personal intellectual property.

And the AI is called Nancy.

Mulligan。

I don't understand.

An AI with a surname!

Her surname isn't Parker?!

When I got home, I mentioned the staff trip to Peter in the evening video call.

For some reason, Peter seemed to have a lot on his mind.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Why do you have to decide the location?" Peter complained angrily.

"Oh, why don't you decide? I'm fine with it." I didn't care.

Peter's eyes lit up, and he immediately chose the damn Iceland Aurora for me.

Of course I shouted.

"I don't want to!

I don't want to wake up early! "I protested loudly.

"Actually, you'll stay up all night," Peter corrected me with a mischievous smile.

"I really don't want to!" I refused desperately.

"Don't be afraid, darling. I'll be next to you and make sure you can't sleep all night.

I have many ways to wake you up, and I've thought of them all.

And look?

We can go to the Iceland Hot Springs.

There are many delicious drinks there. Are you sure you don't want them? "

I'm not a foodie, and food can't tempt me.

The problem is that I keep losing to Peter's dog eyes.

One day, I'm going to protest to God.

Protest?

How can I give Peter those kinds of eyes?

That guy always cheats with those eyes!

It's not fair!

For the next few days, I was busy dealing with the contract with Zuckerberg.

As I said, Toby would like Zuckerberg. Toby would think that Toby was very interesting. Similarly, Zuckerberg's CFO would be shocked because Eduardo and Andrew looked more like twins than twins.

However, we were pretty sure that the old Parker couple didn't have a son outside. This was just another horrifying coincidence on Earth.

Toby wasn't there on the day of the contract signing. He was busy perfecting the smart butler (something like Siri, but better) that we were providing to mobile phone users. The latest tests revealed that a certain line of code was clashing horribly with the hardware at some point.

I guess it's time to upgrade the equipment.

"Why did they send you?" Zuckerberg seemed to be quite dissatisfied with me.

"Haven't you heard?" I asked back, half self-deprecating, half trying to diffuse the conflict, "I'm Toby's secret lover."

Eduardo laughed when he heard that.

Obviously, he knew it was a lie.

Zuckerberg stared at me expressionlessly, his eyebrows twitching.

"Yeah." Zuckerberg said, "I thought you were their illegitimate daughter."

"Actually, I'm Toby's illegitimate daughter." I followed suit.

"Or you're their mistress …" A curly-haired guy next to me chimed in.

For the first time, I took a good look at this guy.

"What's your name, sir?" I asked coldly.

Of course, this wasn't a superficial question.

The guy's grin wasn't affected, and he even reached out to shake my hand.

"Sean Park. Just call me Sean."

Immediately, at least a subtitled version of bad rumors about him ran through my head, including that he especially liked to find female college students and so on.

Oh, what a coincidence.

I'm a female college student.

I discreetly glanced at Zuckerberg and Eduardo, and found that both of them and even Zuckerberg looked as if they were facing a great enemy. They didn't hide it, as if they were afraid that Sean Park's next question would be to meet me at the bar.

I secretly thought it was funny, and also admired Zuckerberg for taking such a risky move.

In any case, Sean Park was talented, but he was a double-edged sword. Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have been kicked out of the company he co-founded time and time again.

So I shook Sean Park's hand, and said, "My name is Nancy Winston.

No matter how many rumors you've heard about me in the underworld, most of them are true. "

In a second or two when other people were still confused, Sean Park immediately put away all his improper thoughts about me, and put on the most professional expression and took back his hand.

"I've heard a lot about you." Sean Park was respectful.

The following hundreds of words of extravagant praise will be omitted.

Originally, I wanted to make a joke and ask if Sean Park was a distant relative of Toby, but it looks like I can't ask.

After signing the contract, since it was on the way, I took a taxi back to school and picked up the FB trio. Mainly, it was quite difficult to hail a taxi in downtown Manhattan, especially when it was raining.

But I could get one with a wave of my hand.

Also.

As soon as we got in the car, the driver said, "I'm so happy, my cat gave birth to a litter of kittens last night!

Ten Maine!

Half of them were taken away!

I'm in a good mood, so this trip is on the house! "

Eduardo, Zuckerberg, and Sean Park who witnessed the whole process all stared at me with their eyes wide open.

"What does Parker Industries have, a special service for employees to hail taxis?" Sean asked what he thought was reasonable.

I didn't even glance at them, I stared straight at myself in the mirror and was busy putting on my lipstick.

I just signed the contract, talked too much, and drank too much tea, so my lipstick faded.

"Or maybe this is some kind of pumpkin carriage." Eduardo joked dryly.

Zuckerberg tilted his face and looked at his friend like he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

I put down the mirror and looked at Eduardo in surprise.

"How do you know?

I'm a fucking fairy tale princess. "I said.

So Sean and Eduardo both laughed.

"No, I'm serious." I continued, "I brought a pumpkin seed necklace today.

It was dropped from Cinderella's pumpkin carriage.

It was blessed by the fairy godmother. "

This time, even Zuckerberg laughed.

I was speechless. What's going on?

Nowadays, no one believes you when you tell the truth.

Then it was time for Sean's one-man show. Everyone was happy to listen to him.

I didn't comment, and Eduardo was sulking with the birds outside the window.

Just then.

A Spider-man swung past our car window.

"It's a Spider-man!" Sean shouted.

"It swung past," Eduardo murmured.

"Don't make a fuss." Zuckerberg, a New Yorker, remained calm.

"It's a bit like a New York thing, like Central Park," I said.

I said. I was talking about my childhood friend, and I didn't feel guilty at all. "According to our statistics, 76.32% of tourists came to New York last year just to see Spiderman with their own eyes and to get an autograph and a photo with him."

Zuckerberg turned his head and stared at me with his blue eyes that were almost the same as Lex Luthor's. "Why does Parker Industries do this? Vanity or tourism?"

"We sell a lot of Spider-man merchandise." I didn't hide anything.

"Can I get an autograph?" Eduardo said shyly. "I, I like Spider-man."

"Actually, I need three copies." Zuckerberg continued, and quickly added, "For my roommate."

Eduardo gave Zuckerberg a sidelong glance that said, 'Liar!

You don't have a third roommate. You obviously want one. '

Zuckerberg's expression didn't change.

Sean took the opportunity to add, "It's perfect to have a companion, my dear Nan Nan.

Since you're also outside Spider-man's territory, you must have one, right?

Right?

Oh, I know you're the best, you're the best … "I omitted a hundred words of exaggerated praise.