My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a while.

For her sake, of course she would not refuse such an insignificant matter.

Besides, when the intelligence team has an operation, it often needs to be dispatched by all members. Not to mention anything else, having someone in the Chase room to help answer the phone and deal with some miscellaneous things can really save a lot of trouble.

"Are you sure she is willing?" Ethan spread his hands:
"The assistant's salary is not high, only the minimum hourly wage. If she goes out to find a job, her income can be much higher."

This job is very easy most of the time.

It is to sit on the top of the Chase Room and answer the phone, record some information and distribute it to everyone.

On the surface, it looks pretty good.

But the current minimum wage in Chicago is only $8.25 an hour. Even if she works eight hours a day, she can barely earn 2000 yuan a month.

What can you do with this income.

"Enough, no problem."

Irene looked happy, she nodded quickly and said: "She is willing, besides, Nadia doesn't need a casual job now."

"What she needs is a job that can help her get out of her original environment."

"Then bring her over tomorrow morning." Ethan turned the ballpoint pen in his hand and said indifferently, "I'll pay her $10 an hour. If she doesn't do well or something goes wrong, she can leave at any time."

Make up an integer, it sounds better.

The hourly salary is less than ten yuan, which is too miserable.

I still have this bit of power, and Nadia is not bad, so it's perfectly fine to give her a few hundred dollars more.

Anyway, it's not his own money, it's all the funds of the bureau.

"Thank you."

When Irene heard these words, she smiled happier than her own salary increase. She stretched out her arm and bumped fists with Ethan: "I believe that you will be a good Boss."

"Also, if Nadia steals and plays tricks, I'll be the first to let her go."

"Hahaha."

At this time, a burst of happy laughter came from outside.

Ruzek ran up the stairs with a big cardboard box in his arms. He shouted happily: "Everyone, the new machine is here."

Behind, there was also the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"Be careful." Atwater's nervous voice also sounded:
"Don't touch it, slow down."

His figure also appeared soon, carrying several bags of coffee beans in his hands, and several porters followed Atwater, walking slowly upstairs, carrying three big guys in their hands.

This movement caused several people present to stand up quickly.

The two people in the office also came out quickly, and Irene looked at the cardboard box that Rusek put on Horsted's desk with a look of surprise.

She turned her head and gritted her teeth at Ethan.

"It can't be finished, it can't be spent at all."

Rusek took out a thick stack of banknotes and shopping receipts from his pocket, panting and handed them to Ethan: "The coffee machine is 1899 yuan, the office chair is 2599 yuan, the desk is 1299 yuan, and the three-seater sofa is 1399 yuan. There are some coffee beans."

"It's all here, we've already picked and bought them."

It is also impossible for them to go to some high-end home furnishing places, these are the best things in the hypermarkets.

"Great gift, Xie Te." Antonio walked over quickly. He pressed the cardboard box of the Philips automatic coffee machine, and stared at Ethan with wide eyes: "Are you serious?"

"No way, in order to make you work more actively in the future."

Ethan put the rest of the money into his pocket with a smile: "I have to give you an increase in office benefits."

"Yes."

Ruzek added in due course: "It was added at Sergeant Morgan's personal expense."

Yo, this kid is smart enough.

"Put it on." Ethan waved his hand and said with a smile, "From now on, you won't be able to complain about bad coffee."

He's being polite, it's not a matter of complaining or not.

With such a machine, it is estimated that many people will want to come up for a cup of coffee in the future. Of course, whether it can be done is another matter. The iron gate of the corridor below is not a joke.

Ask for your own pocket and increase benefits for the big guys.

This is the right thing to do, and several people in the intelligence team are all in high spirits.

After all, who doesn't want to live a better life after staying in the police station for a long time.

As for the matter of office chairs and desks, no one has a second opinion. If someone has money and wants to sit more comfortably, there is no problem.

It is enough to buy a coffee machine for the big guy.

Newly bought things will be replaced soon.

The entire intelligence team smelled of coffee, and Ethan also sat on the newly bought leather office chair. Rusek did a good job in this matter, and the chair was equipped with a massage function. Ethan let go of the chair and lay down comfortably.

The first day of being a sheriff was spent in such a leisurely way.

It wasn't until just before get off work that I received a call from Fiona.

Her mother wanted to have a family dinner, and she might also want to take the opportunity to clarify the matter. In view of the strong black woman, she wanted to invite Ethan to avoid some conflicts.

Of course Ethan would not refuse such a thing.

I packed up my things and left the office. As soon as I left the door, several people outside looked up.

"Look at me?" Ethan waved his hand and strode forward: "If you want to work overtime, you can work overtime, if you want to leave work, you can leave work, and if you want to take a vacation, you can take a vacation."

"I have only one request, as long as the work is done."

"By the way, remember to go to Molly tonight."

When he finished his last sentence, his figure had disappeared in the stairwell.

Everyone laughed dumbly. They didn't expect that after Ethan became the sheriff, he would still have the same style of slipping faster than anyone else when it was time to get off work.

Put on civilian clothes and drive to Gallagher's house.

As soon as he stopped the car, he saw Carl alone in the side yard, throwing a baseball in his hand against the wall.

"Dudu."

Ethan honked the horn twice, then got out of the car: "Where are they?"

"It's all inside."

Carl caught the baseball, tugged on his knit cap, and walked over sullenly.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing him like this, Ethan reached out and grabbed Carl's head, shaking it vigorously.

"Porf."

Carl threw the baseball into the baggy glove and sighed: "Why don't they want us, Frank is like this, Monica is like this, did we do something wrong?"

"Fake."

Ethan slapped his head lightly, stared into Carl's eyes and said, "Never, remember, never question yourself like this."

"You're a man, do you understand?"

"You have enough courage to face all of this. Fiona worked so hard to support you, not for you to doubt yourself."

Ethan rubbed Carl's head again, and said in a deep voice:

"Make yourself better, don't try to make people who don't care about you value you, it doesn't make any sense."

"Ah."

Carl nodded half-understanding, forcing a smile.

"Let's go."

Ethan leaned on the fence and jumped in, putting his arms around Carl's head: "It's starting to get cold outside." (End of this chapter)