Chapter 176 Justice and Justice of the Idealist
Currently, Twitter is in need of experienced executive-level employees in multiple positions.
Hawke went to downtown Los Angeles and had detailed discussions with Korn Ferry, and the two parties immediately signed a headhunting agreement.
In addition to the positions mentioned by Hawke and Jet Brown, video website architects are also needed.
Jet Brown leads Twitter's senior talent acquisition operations.
Twitter is also recruiting ordinary employees. Caroline, Haaland, Kasim and others submitted some suitable candidates. After Hawke reviewed them, he rejected three Indians from entering the second interview.
If there is one Indian, there will be a lot of Indians.
Hawke doesn’t want Twitter to become an Indian den.
Perhaps it is a prejudice. There is a saying that he agrees with. The perversions in this world are divided into mild, moderate, severe and Indian...
After all, the third sister-in-law has already separated from humans, and even separated from the ranks of mammals.
Hawke believes that bosses must consider the safety of their male and female employees.
Even consider the safety of your employees’ car exhaust pipes.
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Beverly Hills, Century City Mall.
Edward accompanied Deborah and Indio Downey as they came out of the supermarket.
A few shopping bags were put into Deborah's Bentley.
Indio clamored to go to the playground on the other side.
Edward was going to accompany him, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure. He glanced over there one more time to make sure he was right.
The man was wearing a sunhat, a pair of sunglasses stuck in front of his eyes, and loose clothes. It would be difficult for people who were unfamiliar with him to recognize him.
On a Los Angeles afternoon in June, women in similar outfits were everywhere.
Edward quickly put away several filled shopping bags and said to Deborah and Indio: "I have something to do and have to go back to the company. I won't accompany you for now."
Deborah was a little dissatisfied: "In recent months, have you always been so busy at work?"
Indio complained: "You won't play with me during this time."
"It will be fine after this stage." Edward could only comfort the mother and son: "Now is the period when my career is on the rise, and I am a little busy at work. Please be more considerate."
Deborah said nothing.
Indio said angrily: "You don't mean what you say."
Edward understood the importance, took his baseball cap and left. He walked out of the parking lot and blended into the pedestrians, quietly following the woman in front of him.
He could see clearly that the woman was clearly Gretchen from Fox News.
Although he rarely does candid photography since 2003, Edward has been a freelance reporter for more than half a year, and his professional habits are still there. He took out the latest Motorola camera phone and turned on the camera.
Gretchen walked to a coffee shop, opened the door and walked in.
Edward remembered that this coffee shop had a side door leading into the shopping mall. He bought a newspaper, turned around and entered the shopping mall. He came to the coffee shop through the side door and found a place where it was easy to observe. He quickly looked around and discovered Where Gretchen is.
In the slanted corner, Gretchen was talking to a woman.
The two sides were not too far apart. Edward looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He opened the newspaper and pretended to read it. His cell phone was clamped behind the newspaper, stretched out the top camera position, and took a picture of the two women.
He took several pictures in succession, selected the clearest one, and sent it to Hawke's backup mobile phone via MMS.
After waiting for a while, Hawke sent a message: "I just asked someone to inquire. The strange woman is called Halle, a Fox News reporter, and Gretchen's confidant."
Edward thought of the information Hawke mailed to Fox News: "Should I follow her to see what's going on?"
"Okay." Hawke replied again: "Be careful not to be discovered."
Edward put away his phone, ordered a cup of coffee, and drank the coffee while waiting for the people over there to leave.
On the other side, Gretchen looked at Harley in surprise and asked, "Why don't you go to the TV station? You invited me here and asked me to dress up."
Harley pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her heart-shaped face full of solemnity: "Boss, I found some problems about what you asked me to check, and they may be serious."
Gretchen is a journalist and is very curious. She asked: "What did you find?"
Harley said: "I investigated two girls who disappeared from a superstar school. They were ostracized by the people around them because of their outstanding looks. They had no close friends in Los Angeles and their original families were broken up. I sent deputies to their hometown. They didn't go back, they went back to their parents' place, same thing."
She took a sip of coffee: "Their mobile phone numbers have been disconnected. No one called the police for their disappearance. No one cares where they went. It's as if they have never been in this world."
Gretchen nodded slightly: "Where is Kristen Johnson? Didn't her mother call the police?"
Harley added: "The case is in the hands of the Detective Bureau, and the LAPD has been investigating. Christine Johnson's mother, Bryce, originally wanted to be exposed by the media, but as soon as she contacted the Los Angeles Times, Bryce also disappeared. .”
"Are you sure you didn't leave Los Angeles?" Gretchen realized the seriousness of the problem: "Aren't you returning to your hometown?"
Harley's expression was particularly serious: "I can confirm that Bryce remarried after the divorce. Her husband has passed away and she has been living alone. I personally went there and asked Bryce's neighbors. Since Bryce left some time ago, Didn’t come back.”
Gretchen asked: "What's the attitude of the LAPD?" "Now that the perpetrator is gone, the Detective Bureau has opened the case again." Harley sneered: "The LAPD has done a good job on the surface, and all its money and energy are focused on publicity. It’s up there, what kind of crime nemesis goddess detective..."
Gretchen told a fact: "The detection rate of homicides is less than 70%. Missing cases that don't even have a body are basically hung up."
Harley said: "It has been hung up. The Detective Bureau doesn't care about a woman missing. The LAPD has long been rotten."
Hearing this name, Gretchen became worried. She reminded Harley: "You must be careful and pay attention to safety."
Maybe in three to five years, Halle will become a veteran like Gretchen and Megan Taylor when she encounters a bloody head.
However, she has only been in the industry for a short time, and she still has ideals and passion, and she also pursues justice and justice.
Hallie said: "I have found a breakthrough, the Superstar Training School. During this period of investigation, I can confirm that there are not only those two actresses who have studied in this acting school and disappeared, but there are at least three more. Maybe even more.”
She has already made up her mind: "Superstar Training School recruits two batches of students every month. I am going to sign up and participate in the next session."
Gretchen knew that the training fee was quite high and said: "I will apply for a special subsidy as your funding."
"Thank you." Harley was silent for a moment and then said: "Boss, I will mail you a letter every two days to give you feedback on the latest situation. If there is any interruption during the period, please call the police for me."
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These words shocked Gretchen. She raised her head and stared at Harley.
Deep inside, there was a voice that kept telling her that Harley should be stopped, but she could never say it out loud.
Gretchen knew very well that once these news broke to her, no! What a sensational effect it would have if she and Halle were exposed.
And Harley takes the biggest risk.
Fox is their talisman again.
Gretchen said: "You must protect yourself."
Harley nodded vigorously: "I'm leaving."
Gretchen watched her put on her bag and walk toward the door of the cafe alone.
At this moment, Gretchen felt that Harley's back was particularly tall.
Compared with the brave and pure Harley, like herself, like Roger Ailes, like Megan Taylor, like Erica Ferguson, like Hawke Osment, etc., these mercenary guys are all They're a bunch of dirty bastards.
Harley left the coffee shop, got into her Volkswagen, and headed to Hollywood.
A Cadillac hung far behind.
Not long after, Edward drove and followed Volkswagen to the vicinity of Paramount Studios.
The Volkswagen parked in an on-street parking space opposite Superstar School.
The woman in the car got out of the car and walked into the school alone.
Edward had already prepared the camera he carried in the car and started taking pictures.
Worried about being recognized, he did not get out of the car rashly. He changed the camera and installed a telephoto lens. When Harley came out of the training school, he pressed the shutter button repeatedly to take pictures.
Edward followed the woman to the apartment building where she lived and called Hawke.
Hawke asked him to contact Campos directly.
Half an hour later, Edward and Campos met in the safe house.
The former handed over all the videos and photos he had just taken to the latter, who sent a special person to follow Fox reporter Harley for a long time.
The battle between red and blue in California has become intense, and too many people in the political and business circles have been involved, passively or actively.
In a place like the United States, if you want to expand your business and make more money, you cannot escape politics.
Los Angeles, NAACP.
There were many people sitting in the conference room.
The most conspicuous one is the white man among a group of black people, the star of the Los Angeles Dodgers, the leader of the equal rights movement, and known as the saint Steve Nutt.
Also present was Cesc, who appeared at Steve Nutt's press conference.
This is also the real power figure in the Los Angeles NAACP.
Black movement leaders Spike Lee and Will Smith from Hollywood.
There was also a white man, Grant Cisse, who came all the way from Sacramento, the capital of California.
The NAACP, a standard dark blue organization, can be called the vote bank of the blue party in California.
Grant came to Los Angeles with a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He looked at Spike Lee and Will Smith and asked: "Bryan Ferguson and Hawke Osment have uncovered the most painful scars in Hollywood, and the industry has remained quiet?"
Spike said: "Everyone is dead, what else can be done?"
Will responded: "Everyone in Hollywood knows how to avoid misfortune. Wallglen and Rayford have made a bad name for themselves. Who wants to be involved with them?"
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