Evening, Worldwide Cup.
Fiona's work for the day was coming to an end.
Fiona liked it here very much. She felt this place was very good, the environment comfortable, colleagues seemed pretty nice too. More importantly, the work was easy, just making phone calls and typing on the computer, and the income was quite good.
She hoped to keep this job a bit longer.
In a flash, it was 5:30 PM.
Work done.
Fiona packed her bag nimbly, preparing to leave.
At the same time, Mike, who actually counted as a shameless person—in the original show, he knew Fiona had a boyfriend but still invited her out repeatedly—also immediately picked up his bag, planning to walk out and create a chance encounter with Fiona, maybe drop Fiona back "on the way."
The chance encounter plan went quite smoothly.
Mike saw Fiona walking out of the building while playing with her phone. He took a deep breath, sped up a little, and reached Fiona's side.
"First day of work, how do you feel?" Workplace sexual harassment, customarily started with work as an entry point. Mike asked with a smile.
Hearing this, seeing Mike, Fiona, who was texting Jimmy, immediately put away her phone and smiled at Mike. "Pretty good, I like it here very much."
"That's good. I was worried you'd run away after working for a day," Mike joked.
Fiona shook her head with a smile. "Of course not. I still have a big family to support, can't bear to lose this job."
Hearing this, Mike's heart trembled, his expression changed slightly, struggling a bit. "A big family? You're married?"
Comrade Fiona, the hundred-man slayer, wasn't stupid about matters between men and women. At noon earlier, she knew Mike was interested in her.
Therefore, hearing this, Fiona understood immediately, so she smiled and shook her head again. "No, I have to support my younger brothers and sisters."
Mike breathed a sigh of relief instantly. "Many younger brothers and sisters?"
"Mm, five," Fiona replied.
Mike was a bit surprised. "Big family."
"Yeah," Fiona smiled back.
The two walked and talked just like that.
Arriving at his car, Mike figured it was about time, so he pretended to be casual and said, "Need a ride?"
Fiona actually anticipated this. Biting her lip, she shook her head with a smile. "I live very far away. Maybe some other time. I'm leaving first."
This counted as a rejection, but not a complete rejection.
To put it bluntly, leading him on.
Then...
Very successfully, Mike was smoothly led on, feeling there was a chance with Fiona, unable to stop feeling happy inside... Little did he know, bitches all knew this trick.
Fiona walked forward for a while, looked back, confirmed she couldn't see Mike anymore, took out her phone, and called Jimmy.
She asked clearly about the company's break times in the afternoon, planning to tell Jimmy this and discuss Jimmy's return arrangement.
Of course.
Fiona didn't mention Mike.
Why?
Because she felt it wasn't worth mentioning. Anyway, nothing would happen with Mike, so what was there to say?
Bitches are all like this. Before it happens, they feel no need to mention it. When it really happens, then they can't mention it.
There's always a reason.
Time flew. Fiona got on the L train, returning to the Gallagher house in a good mood.
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Night half-fallen.
The Gallagher house entrance.
Mickey parked the car.
Having bought quite a few things he liked, Carl was very happy. Suddenly thinking of something, he spoke to Mickey. "My new house is ready. Want to go in and take a look?"
Hearing this, Mickey instinctively opened his mouth to refuse, but just as the words reached his lips, he thought for a moment, changed his mind, and agreed. "Okay, I'll go see how Tommy's skills are."
Mickey had the idea of tearing down his own broken house directly and rebuilding one on the spot.
That house was too broken and rotten. Renovation was too troublesome and cost more money. Tearing it down and rebuilding would be easier and save some money instead.
Soon, the three got out of the car and walked towards 2120 North Wallace Street.
Walking to the door, Carl took out the key very happily, opened the main door, then pretended to smile at Mickey. "Please."
Looking at such a Carl, Mickey chuckled, didn't dawdle, lifted his foot, and walked in.
New houses are always great.
Mickey mustered some enthusiasm and started looking around.
Carl casually put Liam on a chair, then took the various things he bought and threw them into the living room.
The furniture and appliances in the house were all available, and obviously not cheap.
The sofa was genuine leather, the dining table was solid wood, the TV was a super large screen LCD, and the refrigerator was double-door.
Looking at this, Mickey couldn't help clicking his tongue. "Dexter is really good to you. These things here aren't cheap to buy."
How could Carl understand these? "Really? Costs a lot of money?"
Hearing this, Mickey immediately looked at Carl with the eyes of looking at a retard. Done, he didn't answer either, walking straight to the bathroom on the first floor.
The bathroom was very modern, somewhat out of place with the South Side.
Not spending too much time, Mickey finished touring the first floor and went straight to the second floor.
There were three bedrooms, big and small, on the second floor. Every bedroom looked fxxking like a hotel room, clean and tidy with a touch of luxury.
"Truly fxxking outrageous," Mickey wasn't a fool. Of course he could distinguish good from bad, and of course he liked beautiful things too. He couldn't help sighing with emotion.
Finished touring, Mickey walked downstairs while making up his mind. Damn it, goods are thrown away when compared to goods. Must tear down his own broken house, then find Tommy to build one similar to this house.
Arriving at the first floor.
Mickey looked at Carl sitting in front of the sofa unpacking the game console and spoke up. "This house is very beautiful. Next time you meet Dexter, you should thank him."
Reminded, Carl was startled first, then nodded hurriedly. "Okay!"
"Mm, then I'm leaving," Mickey said leaving and left.
"Come play anytime when you're free," Carl greeted.
"Okay," Mickey responded without looking back and walked out.
Just at this time, Fiona walked to the front of the yard. Seeing Mickey, she was startled, then subconsciously asked, "Mickey, Carl is inside?"
"Mm," Mickey had no feelings for Fiona, neither like nor dislike, just a stranger, replying casually.
Receiving a positive answer, Fiona frowned immediately.
To be honest... Fiona was a bit jealous.
There was no helping it; this house was very beautiful, while the Gallagher house right next to it, in comparison, was simply a garbage dump.
This wasn't the key.
The key was, she worked herself to death for so many years and got nothing. As a result, Carl got such a nice-looking house just like that.
People are most afraid of comparison, even family members are no exception.
Just like that, Fiona didn't say more, lifted her feet, and walked quickly into the Gallagher house.
Mickey didn't even look at Fiona. With a cigarette in his mouth, he got in the car and left, preparing to go to the Alibi to play, listen to those drunkards bragging and joking.
Ian left...
Mickey had no other hobbies either. Gradually, going to the Alibi every night to kill time became a habit.