American Tax Officer

"Administrative Assistant?"

David was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this, but he soon became tempted.

His current assistant was Selina, but only in name. The young miss of the Kennedy family certainly wouldn't be handling various affairs for him, trailing before and behind like a servant. It was merely a nominal position, and sometimes he wouldn't even see her for ten days to a half month.

David nodded and replied, "Do you have any good candidates to recommend?"

"Heh heh..."

Nisen chuckled before saying, "Well, I have a cousin working at the Las Vegas Bureau of Land Management. Her business capabilities are quite impressive. I think she should be able to help you out."

David understood then. On the surface, Nisen was suggesting that he find an administrative assistant to alleviate some pressure, but in reality, he was pitching his own relative.

However, if his cousin's business capabilities were as good as he claimed, David didn't particularly mind. After all, the position of administrative assistant was essentially an extension of himself. It was naturally best to use someone completely reliable.

Considering this, he said, "Alright then, see when she has time, and let her come over for an interview with me first."

"You got it!"

Nisen, who was inwardly anxious, could not help but show his pearly whites with joy upon hearing David's reply, then immediately turned and left.

David, on the other hand, picked up the documents sent over by the CIA and began to review them. The first three didn't reveal much, but when he saw the fifth document, it seemed to trigger a memory, and his expression sank into contemplation.

The fifth document was related to Las Vegas, which meant he would have to take a trip to Nevada State. And the matter he recalled, naturally, concerned Lawson Rubins.

At that time in Nevada State, it was through Lawson that he had dealt with Stevenson.

Moreover, the man had another identity—that of a Nevada State Senator candidate.

Initially, David had not thought much of him and had only wanted to use him to bring down Stevenson, but now that David was looking to develop his own personal connections and influence, this Senatorial candidate was naturally someone worth courting!

With this thought, he picked up his phone and dialed Lawson Rubins' number.

"Director David?"

The call was quickly connected, and Lawson's slightly puzzled voice came through.

"It's me. How are you doing, Mr. Lawson? All well I hope?"

"Not too well, as you know. Mid-term elections start in November, and I can't afford to relax for even a moment."

"That's understandable, Mr. Lawson, but the Stevenson incident must have won you quite a bit of support, right? Is there anyone in Nevada that can compete against you?"

When Stevenson had been dealt with, although the Deputy Governor Laurie was the one who gained the most, Lawson's political prestige wasn't insignificant.

Logically speaking, his selection was almost certain, or at least he seemed like one of the most likely candidates in Nevada State, right?

So why did it sound like he was struggling to win according to Lawson's tone?

"That's where you're wrong, Director David. After you were transferred to Los Angeles, a power began to meddle in Nevada State affairs, manipulating the media and the online public opinion to whitewash Stevenson quite a bit. And as Stevenson's image was rehabilitated, the prestige I had reaped was naturally diminished. So yeah, that's how things are now."

Upon hearing this, David finally understood—the so-called meddling power was most likely the intervention of the Morgan Family. And the influence of the Jewish People in the media was indeed decisive. No wonder Stevenson not only turned public opinion around in Nevada but also went on to run for Senator in New York State.

"Is there anything else, Director David?"

As no sound came through for a long time from David, Lawson couldn't help but prompt him.

"It's like this, I'll probably be going to Nevada State in a few days, and I was wondering if Mr. Lawson could spare some time for us to have a chat?"

"In a few days... sure, just let me know, and I'll arrange my schedule."

"OK."

...

The sun was setting, marking the end of another day.

Inside his office, David stretched and yawned. After signing the last document, he closed the file and placed it on the shelf, then stood up and pushed open the door to leave.

When he reached the ground floor of his apartment building, the inspectors stationed there immediately straightened up and greeted him, "Director."

"How's it going? No issues, I hope?"

"No sir, all is normal."

"Good, I appreciate your hard work."

David entered the apartment building and took the elevator up to his floor. The four inspectors stationed there were still on guard, and they too reported that all was well.

David nodded, took out his keys, and opened the door. A rich aroma instantly filled his nostrils, and looking closely, he saw a silhouette busily at work in the kitchen—it could only be Maggie.

"You're back..."

As he was still dazed, Maggie came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of stir-fried green peppers and beef, her kindly face and apron resembling that of a housewife awaiting her husband's return.

"Didn't I have someone send you food?"

"That takeout isn't tasty. I prefer my own cooking. Come sit down and try my handiwork."

David walked to the table, where he saw not only the freshly served stir-fried green peppers and beef but also a dish of steamed eggs, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and a bowl of Silkie chicken soup.

Because David was a Huaxia person in his previous life, he didn't quite adapt to American cuisine. So he would often buy ingredients to store in the fridge and cook for himself after work, which was why Maggie had the materials to cook now. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire