Many times, everyone knows that their perspective on things shouldn't just linger on the surface; after all, there is something called a "miracle" in this world.
But more often than not, people still trust their first impressions and what they saw at first glance.
To make a company with a registered capital of just one hundred dollars soar into a conglomerate... this isn't impossible, but it seems unlikely to happen to a small enterprise with only a hundred dollars in capital.
Vera felt a little displeased with her husband's disinterest, as this was where she was about to work, but she didn't show it. She looked like she had accepted her husband's sarcastic tone.
Some women are calling for equality and walking topless down the street, while others still stay at home, complying with their husbands.
Later that evening, after dinner and coaxing the child to sleep, Vera washed up and returned to the bedroom in her silky pajamas.
She wondered if it was because of the Young Man, causing her emotions and internal chemistry to be somewhat off today, with her body temperature slightly higher than usual.
With a flushed face, half reclining against the headboard, she turned to look at her husband; her face was hot. Just as she reached out to greet her husband, he put the book he was holding on the bedside table, glanced at her sideways, and lay down on the bed, "I'm tired, let's sleep."
The anticipation and flame in her heart were instantly extinguished by a cold shower. Her expression became somewhat stiff, and the heat from her face quickly cooled down.
After a few seconds of silence, she nodded, lay down on the bed, covered herself with a light blanket, and gradually drifted into dreams with a long sigh.
Early the next morning, her husband drove off to work at the company. Watching her husband leave, she felt a little forlorn inside. These years...
Her understanding of her husband's work was limited to his workplace and some vague tasks. As for anything else, she knew nothing, as he was unwilling to tell her, and she didn't press further.
After sending the child to school with the Servant, she hurried to the office. After communicating with the office management about these matters, they called Lynch, hoping for a face-to-face meeting to finalize things.
Lynch arrived quickly, and upon seeing him, Vera could not help but smile slightly, recalling the compliments the Young Man gave her yesterday.
This kind of situation often happens. Without an accountant, they can't effectively cut operating costs, like tax avoidance, which Lawyers can't handle—it requires an accountant.
So most of the time, business owners would compliment the accountants coming to work, praising them as young and handsome or pretty. However, Lynch's adulation seemed different from others, bringing her a little joy.
After the agreement was signed, the general manager looked satisfied with the contract and ordered the secretary to file it away for safekeeping.
"Mr. Lynch, do you have a designated candidate?" The general manager offered him a plain Kleve—a pure blue, spindle-like tapered stick.
This is a non-tobacco alternative that's not meant for smoking; it's primarily experienced through the stirring of taste buds to capture its unique flavor and gain satisfaction far superior to cigarettes.
However, some do smoke it, bearing risks like temporary high blood pressure and rapid heart rate, but even with many issues, some still smoke it, leading to two factions of Kleve.
One is a mixed-type Kleve with tobacco leaves, represented by colors and browns, which can be smoked and is relatively cheaper.
The other is the pure-colored Kleve Lynch held. It's not meant to be inhaled, only experienced in the mouth for its unique fragrance and a joy many can't appreciate.
A pure blue Kleve costs around twenty dollars, not the best, but not the worst either.
Curiously, Lynch clipped both ends and took a few puffs using a female figurine blowtorch on the table, nodding.
The rich aroma erupted in his mouth with an indescribable sensation, like smoke filled with surprise balls that, as he "tasted" them, started to break, releasing their scent and more flavors in a magical way.
He squinted slightly; the faint delight moved him, realizing that's why people earn money—to afford these wonderful things.
"Mrs. Vera, I've met Mrs. Vera once; here, I'm only familiar with her. If her work history doesn't show too many mistakes..." Lynch said slowly while exhaling smoke and shrugging, "Then why choose someone I'm not familiar with?"
No accounting office would admit their accountants made significant audit errors, as that would ruin their reputation, especially since Mrs. Vera hasn't made any such mistakes.
Like reporting taxes exceeding or falling short by a dozen dollars, these are minor problems that aren't even considered issues by professional accountants. They have ways to smooth these out in the next round of bookkeeping.
So, it seems Mrs. Vera has no issues at all.
The general manager nodded, pressed the quick dial on the desk's phone, the blue light lit up, "Have Mrs. Vera come to my office right now."
In less than a minute, after two quick knocks and the general manager's approval, Vera came in.
She instinctively glanced at Lynch, who coincidentally was looking at her too. Their eyes briefly met before quickly averting.
The general manager couldn't imagine any unusual expression between the two, and even if he noticed something, he wouldn't know what it was.
"Mr. Lynch signed a three-year agreement with us, and he wished for you to become the accountant for Great Empire Company, if you have no objections..." The general manager looked at Vera, gesturing for her to agree.
This job is laid-back; no one would think a company with a registered capital of just one hundred dollars would be busy. Even if it's a shell company for a deeper, hidden enterprise needing it for bookkeeping, it's unlikely to be much.
The Tax Bureau and banks aren't fools; all accounts will be within legal and reasonable boundaries, meaning Vera would have a long relaxing period in this job. There's nothing more suitable for women than a job like this.
That's the common view among most men: women are fit for simple, leisurely, non-busy tasks not requiring physical or extreme mental labor, just as they're supposedly suited only for birthing or preparing for childbearing tasks.
Vera still struggled inside; she glanced at Lynch again, who was still watching her, his gaze causing a peculiar emotional change within her.
It wasn't a passionate or cold look; there was no strong fluctuation, warm like irritating lukewarm water—not too hot, not too cold.
Most wouldn't like such a look, but some might, like those with stable lives but don't want to prove themselves—housewives.
After some hesitation, she finally nodded, "I'm willing."