Miss President wants to talk to you

Eleanor thought about it and felt that the request was reasonable.

He turned to look at the hotel manager standing to the side.

"Find a quiet room."

“Yes, Mr. Hopkins.”

The manager immediately had a waiter lead the way.

There is a small reception room on the west side of the second floor, which is usually used to receive guests who visit temporarily.

Eleanor walked into the room.

Mrs. Carson stood in the doorway, glanced back down the hallway, and then gently closed the door.

"Don't close the door."

Eleanor suddenly turned around.

Mrs. Carson's hand immediately stopped on the doorknob.

Her expression was somewhat stiff as she looked at Eleanor.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Hopkins?"

"There are people coming and going here, so there's no need to close the door."

Eleanor pointed down the hallway. "If we, a man and a woman, were to close the door together in a room, it wouldn't be good for your reputation."

Are you kidding me?

Eleanor, after all, had traveled from the future and had witnessed a number of false accusations that were difficult to refute.

As a guy, I need to take good care of myself when I'm out.

"This"

Mrs. Carson hesitated, "But what I'm about to say..."

"Don't worry, no one will hear you."

Eleanor was adamant and wouldn't let Mrs. Carson close the door.

"All right……"

Mrs. Carson finally gave up.

She sat down opposite Eleanor, still looking very nervous.

"Mr. Hopkins."

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but... I really have no other choice."

Eleanor didn't urge him, but listened quietly.

My husband runs a textile factory.

"You should know that his factory has recently encountered great difficulties because of the banking crisis."

"Originally, as long as we got the loan, we would have been able to resume production."

“Those female workers can also get their wages back.”

Her voice began to tremble as she spoke.

"But...the bank suddenly changed its attitude."

Eleanor frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The bank vice president in charge of loan approvals said that unless I agree to his demands, it will be difficult to get the loan approved."

Eleanor's expression changed.

"What are the specific requirements? Please elaborate."

Mrs. Carson bit her lip and said with difficulty, "He said... he wanted me to be his mistress."

Is that so?

Eleanor thought about it and realized that this behavior was indeed in line with the human nature of those bankers.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Carson."

Eleanor said, "What's that vice president's name? And did you keep any evidence of him threatening you?"

"If that's really the case, don't worry, I'll definitely back you up!"

Eleanor spoke with reservations and did not immediately agree.

We still need to be cautious.

Although most bankers are worthless, one shouldn't recklessly step forward.

What if it's a false accusation? How will we handle that?

But Mrs. Carson didn't care about any of that.

Her eyes instantly reddened, as if Eleanor had already made a promise.

"Really? Mr. Hopkins, you're really willing to help me?"

As she spoke, she unconsciously took a few steps closer to Eleanor.

The distance between the two quickly shortened.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with grievance and heartache.

“You have no idea…you have no idea how I’ve gotten through these days.”

Mrs. Carson's voice was choked with sobs, making one feel an irresistible urge to protect her.

"My husband injured his back when a machine fell on him in the factory, and now he's bedridden and can't move."

"The doctor said he might not be able to do heavy work anymore."

"I'm a woman, I've never shown my face in public before, and I don't know anything about this."

Tears clung to her eyelashes, which trembled slightly.

Her chestnut hair fell onto her fair neck.

She pulled her hair up, and her collar inadvertently slipped open a little, revealing a suggestive bra strap.

"I really don't know what to do."

"If I hadn't met you today, if you hadn't been willing to stand up for me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to make it through!"

Mrs. Carson was now closer.

Eleanor was so close that he could smell her faint perfume.

"Mrs. Carson!"

Eleanor leaned to the side, trying to distance herself from Mrs. Carson's enthusiasm.

"I must emphasize one point: it's not me advocating for you, it's the Federation advocating for you! No one would remain indifferent to such a thing!"

"I know...I know..."

Mrs. Carson seemed completely oblivious to Eleanor's resistance.

She is still getting closer.

"But as a woman, with my husband bedridden, I feel truly helpless."

She didn't know where she got the courage, but she suddenly reached out and took Eleanor's hand.

"Mr. Hopkins, may I rely on you a little more in the future?"

In that instant, Eleanor seemed to be struck by lightning.

He shook off Mrs. Carson's hand and jumped up from the chair.

His expression was one of surprise and uncertainty, as if he had escaped death.

Mrs. Carson stood there, seemingly not expecting things to turn out this way.

To be fair, Mrs. Carson was an impeccable beauty from any angle.

With the added benefit of her deliberate preparation today, she believed she had already maximized her charm.

But why did it turn out like this?

Hopkins actually shook off his hand?!

This is an insult!

"Mrs. Carson!"

At this moment, Eleanor's tone was particularly stern.

Although he didn't know whether Mrs. Carson's behavior was due to her own desire for advancement or if she was being instructed by someone behind the scenes.

But without a doubt, he could no longer continue talking to her.

"Someone will contact you later regarding your husband and the factory."

Eleanor stood far away. "Now, please leave."

"I……"

Mrs. Carson still wanted to salvage the situation, but Eleanor had already given her no chance.

"Please leave!"

……

Although Mrs. Carson was very unwilling, she eventually left.

Eleanor didn't linger and immediately left the dinner, returning to her White House office.

He called Edgar directly.

"I've just been set up."

Eleanor, with a serious expression, recounted everything that had just happened.