America: I'm causing trouble for environmental organizations

Chapter 78 The Perfume is Poisonous (2nd/4th update)

Good guy!

Thea's voice appeared.

Bane's naturally smiling lips suddenly stiffened.

This is really bad. If Thea comes up behind the desk to talk to me, she'll definitely see this red-haired guy.

My heart rate is slowly rising.

Bane stared intently at the office door.

Thea entered the room with light steps.

Without looking at Bane, she glanced around the office and asked, "So, how's it feeling working here?"

"Not bad." Bane licked his slightly dry lips.

"Just okay?" Thea walked to the window again and peered out.

"Where are Tessa and her daughter?" Bane changed the subject.

"They're touring the first floor," Thea said, finally turning her gaze to Bane, who was sitting behind his desk.

Bane's posture was a bit strange at this moment; his chair was very close to the desk, but his chest was pressed tightly against the edge of the desk.

It was as if he didn't want there to be a gap between himself and his desk.

However, Thea didn't think too much about it for the time being, and instead looked at Sophia standing to the side.

She frowned slightly and walked slowly toward her desk.

Bane's heart was in his throat. He quickly said, "Thea, you take Dahl and Sophia downstairs first. I'll be right there. It's not appropriate to leave Tessa and her daughter on the first floor."

Thea paused, then turned to Dahl and said, "Dahl, you and this one—Sophia, go and greet Tessa first? Bane and I have something to discuss."

"Okay." Little Dahl nodded, and went out with Sophia, closing the door behind them.

After the two of them left, Thea quickly walked to Bane's desk.

He then bent slightly over the desk, propped his chin on his hand, looked at Bane, and whispered, "Who is that woman?"

"Who? Where is the woman?" Bane instinctively denied in a low voice.

"Still playing dumb, huh? Who is this Sophia?" Thea whispered.

Upon hearing this, Bane instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, so the woman you were talking about was Sophia.

"Why don't you just go and ask her yourself?" Bane didn't answer directly, but instead tried to use the opportunity to get Thea away.

"Why would I ask? I'm not a member of your association. I'm going to Canada with Theron this afternoon."

"Sophia is the daughter of the board's treasurer, and she was arranged to study at the association. Okay, you go and prepare the props for this shoot first, I'm worried that Dahl and Sophia won't be able to handle it."

Aren't you going down?

"I still have some things to take care of."

"Then I'll wait for you here."

"It won't be finished in a short time. There's something fishy about Sophia's background. Go keep an eye on her for me, or she might ruin our plans," Bane said, taking a deep breath.

"I feel like there's something odd about you."

"I always feel like you're paranoid," Bane retorted.

Thea didn't reply, but took two deep breaths, her nostrils twitching. She felt there was a perfume scent here, a familiar one, seemingly Clarissa's.

But Clarissa wasn't in the office.

Then her gaze fell on Bane's chest, which was pressed tightly against the desk, and she asked curiously, "Aren't you uncomfortable sitting like that? It's like you're being squeezed between the chair and the desk."

"I like sitting like this; it makes me feel safer."

"Okay—" Thea blinked.

The conversation between the two became awkward for a brief moment because one didn't want to talk and the other didn't say what he really wanted to say.

After a while, Thea couldn't help but hint, "I'm going to Canada this afternoon. Theron is already submitting the consulting firm registration process for me."

Did she say how long it would take?

"No, you—don't you have anything to say to me?" Thea asked, somewhat disappointed.

Have.

There are so many things I want to say to you.

And it's something that guarantees to make you happy.

But today isn't the right time; there's someone else squatting here.

So, Bane could only laugh and say, "Canada and Detroit are just across a river. We're splitting up so we can walk on two legs in the future."

"Honestly, I thought you'd come over for drinks to celebrate last night, but you didn't even call," Thea continued to complain.

"I didn't get home until after 10 p.m. last night, and then Twisted Fate called me to discuss business. By the time I got home, it was already past 1 a.m."

"You always have a good reason," Thea said, sniffing twice more as the scent of Clarissa's perfume grew stronger.

So she couldn't help but ask, "Are you wearing Clarissa perfume?"

"I did try it out of curiosity just now." Bane couldn't deny it because Clarissa was sweating a little, which caused the perfume scent to be constantly aroused.

Upon hearing this, Thea instinctively wanted to retort.

But Bane's phone rang.

This really saved his life. Bane glanced at his phone screen, but didn't answer the call, letting it ring incessantly.

He seized the opportunity, made a shushing gesture at Thea, and pointed outside the door.

Thea looked outside the door, somewhat puzzled.

Before she could figure it out, Bane stretched out his hands, grabbed her face, and suddenly moved closer to her.

The Nokia's loudspeaker ringtone drowned out their movements.

Bane's heart pounded wildly.

Stimulate!

Clarissa and Thea were separated by only a desk, and neither of them could see what the other was doing.

After a while, Bane released her grip, and Thea, still wanting more, instinctively wanted to get closer.

But Bane waved his hand, pointed to the phone, and said softly, "Go downstairs and wait for me. I don't even know if there are any security cameras in this office."

Upon hearing this, Thea blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

After hesitating for a moment, I turned and left.

The door slammed shut. Bane hung up the phone, listened carefully to the sounds outside, and only after confirming that Thea had really left did he say, "She's gone."

Clarissa did not respond to him.

Or rather, the response is in another way.

Three hours later.

Two cars carrying Bann and others slowly drove to the banks of the Rouge River.

Bane, Thea, and Clarissa, who was wearing a mask, stood side by side on the riverbank, looking at the Ford Rouge plant not far away.

The others were preparing in the car.

As she looked at it, Clarissa said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I didn't expect that, after all this time, we would still use the same old plan."

"What's wrong with your throat?" Thea asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You might have hurt your throat while eating, or it could be the flu. Stay away from me, or you might catch it," Clarissa said calmly, as if she were talking about something very serious.

After saying that, she frowned and said, "I've been thinking about something: is it appropriate for us to cooperate with Wall Street in attacking Ford?"

"To be honest, I don't think it's appropriate," Thea suddenly interjected.

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"You also think it's inappropriate?" Clarissa looked at Thea with some surprise.

"Wall Street is full of bastards who deserve to go to hell. Once they've achieved their goals, they'll discard the association like trash without hesitation, leaving it to bear the brunt of public anger."

If they really manage to take over Detroit, they'll be the ones who profit, we'll be the scapegoats, and everyone living in Detroit will suffer.

Thea made no attempt to hide her disgust for Wall Street.

They were the ones who caused the financial crisis in 08, plunging many people's lives into despair.

"I didn't think that much about it. I just felt that I grew up in Detroit and I don't want to see foreign capital reaping the benefits here," Clarissa sighed.

"Haven't the association been protesting against Ford all along?" Bane laughed.

"That's different. The previous protests and the current sniping have different motivations." Clarissa shook her head.

"In that case, you should leave the association, just like Thea."

Upon hearing this, Clarissa and Thea both looked at Bane, completely taken aback by his sudden remark.

"Go and fight back against Wall Street's exploitation with your brother Kieran. Ideally, you could also run for city council based on this," Bane said earnestly.

"I—I don't understand what you mean," Clarissa said blankly.

"I hope you and Thea can both become heroes in Detroit and make Detroit our base. So, I'll first go and help Wall Street stir up trouble, and then find a chance to slip away."

"Go put out the fires, and as you do, your status in Detroit will naturally rise. With a little more effort in the future, Detroit will eventually be under our control," Bane explained.

He needed a stronghold as his backing and leverage, and Detroit was the most suitable place because his network of connections was all there.

But Thea pointed to her nose: "I understand Clarissa becoming a hero, but me? A hero?"

"Believe me, you'll soon be a hero. Actually, what you just said is quite right, whether Wall Street ultimately succeeds or fails."

Those involved in NG0 will become scapegoats, bearing the brunt of public anger. But this is a good thing for us.

How can we become the kings of Detroit's NGOs if these NGOs don't go under?

So, this is a good opportunity to let these NG0s charge into battle, let them show off their skills, and ultimately send themselves to hell.

After saying that, Clarissa and Thea both began to ponder.

Just then, another convoy pulled up by the roadside, and Mr. Bullfrog Conrad got out.