Money First MoneyTalks

Chapter 13

Thanks.Why are you here, Loki?What a coincidence.By the way, my leg is healed, look," he jumped on the spot twice, "I just went to the Stark Tower again, guess what I took a picture of?Hey, Loki—"

Loki dropped the change and stumbled out of the izakaya.He didn't hear a word of Peter's words at all, and his mind was filled with Hogan telling him, "You're just in love with Sol".

Love?

His scalp was about to explode, he couldn't describe this word at all, and how could he fall in love with someone.

Trembling, Rocky inserted the car key into the hole, started the car, and drove towards home.He forgot that he was drunk and driving, he just wanted to get out of this place quickly, he wanted to go back to his quiet house and survive this chaotic night alone.

He couldn't remember how he got home.He opened the door, ripped off his clothes messily as he walked, and plunged into the bathroom, longing for the shower to wash away his tangled thoughts.

Loki rubbed his hair, the foam slid along his neck, spine, down to his thighs, and then disappeared into the crevice along the water flow.Loki closed his eyes, uncontrollably imagining that it was Thor's hand, stroking his back gently and slowly, causing body and soul to tremble as it passed.The dripping water was Saul's hot kiss like a shower.The Yuba and hot water made his whole body burn, and he couldn't help stroking himself with the smooth shower gel, following the sequence he remembered, and finally shot on the glass door trembling.

Loki sobered up.

He finds himself in the bathroom imagining making love to Saul, having an orgasm alone.

The countdown sound of the crowd came from far away, "Five, four, three, two, one——" Immediately after, fireworks were deafeningly set off over the city, and the short but brilliant light shone on everyone's face, and the whole city Everyone is cheering to welcome the new year.

Loki covered his face, hiding himself in the loud explosion.The scalding hot water continued to pour from the shower, and the foam was gradually washed away. He stood naked under the light.Shame and regret welled up in his heart, but at the same time, tens of thousands of thoughts flooded all of him.He had never missed Thor so much at this moment.

He suddenly had an answer, and he suddenly wanted to stare at Sol and tell him word for word——

But is there still time?

He ran out of the bathroom naked, grabbed the phone, and it took a lot of effort with wet fingers to unlock the password.He tried to call Sol's personal cell phone, but it was switched off.He dialed Saul's work number again without hope, only to be answered with a busy tone.Only then did he realize that he had lost almost all means of contacting Sol.

Where will Sol go?Who are his friends?Are his two assistants still working at the Odinson Group?Valkyrie and Heimdall...

Heimdall!

Loki suddenly remembered that Sif had Heimdall's contact information.He immediately dialed Sif's mobile phone and asked for the number amidst the latter's panicked yelling.He dialed it.

Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds...

No one answered, the phone hung up.He called several times, but still no one answered.The cold wind came from nowhere, and Loki sneezed hard.

That's too late.Loki finally realized with despair.

He plodded back to the bedroom, dried himself off, then fell on the bed, and fell into a lifeless sleep.

Give it up, Rocky.Someone said so in the dream.Your life is filled with hope and disappointment over and over again.Give up, Rocky, don't let yourself down again.

Rocky wakes up in the morning light of the new year.The hangover gave him a splitting headache, but his consciousness was extraordinarily clear.He grabbed his phone like an electric shock—thank the gods, he wasn't disappointed this time—and he was almost ecstatic to find that Heimdall's missed call had been added to his recent calls.

He dialed, unexpectedly, this time someone answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Heimdall? Remember me? I'm Loki," Loki said as fast as he could, his silver tongue knotted, "Can you reach Thor? I... I have something very important to call him, but he won't answer the phone...it's urgent..."

"Mr. Odinson is in the office." Heimdall replied briefly.A dog barks in the background.

"what?"

"He is negotiating with Miss Odinson about the company and the division of shares."

Preview of the next section:

"It was his father—"

TBC.

09 Lies and Truth

The Odinson Group is located in the very center of Manhattan, adjacent to Central Park. When the weather is warm, looking down through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Saul's office, you can still see flocks of wild geese frolicking in the waters.

It was the first time Saul had seen his office from this angle.He stood opposite the large desk, facing the translucent and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window, he could faintly see the small forest in Central Park. The cold winter wind took away all the greenery, and the dry and thin branches pierced towards the gray and white. Sky.Behind him is a closed door, and the seat behind the secretary's seat outside the door is no longer Valkyrie, but a strange woman with blond hair. She told Sol 10 minutes ago that her name is Amora.To his right is a set of sofas. On that soft and comfortable leather sofa, he received visitors countless times, reached agreements, exchanged handshakes or hugs.On the left is a row of filing cabinets, which contain nearly ten years of group documents, and behind the documents numbered 2004 to 2008 is a bottle of rum.

But these are not his now.

If the Odinson Group is a country and the leader is their king, the chair behind this desk is the throne.At this moment, Saul is no longer sitting on this throne, but another person.

"Let's make it quick," said the man on the throne.

"Hella," Thor called her, "I have no intention of asking for what is not mine."

"There is nothing here that belongs to you." Hela looked around the office that once belonged to Sol, and now it belongs to her. "Remember, you are begging me now."

"Then I beg you," said Thor in a deep voice, "don't let it ruin your hands. It was the work of the father."

"Believe me, I like it more than anyone else." Hela said with a smile, her slightly curly long hair draped over her shoulders, as gentle as any good sister who loves her younger brother.

"Tell me how much you want."

……

"Mr. Odinson is in his office."

"He is negotiating with Miss Odinson about the company and the division of shares."

Loki held the steering wheel, and Heimdall's words kept echoing in his mind.He left the apartment in such a hurry that he got into the car and found that he had forgotten his socks, and the leather shoes were rubbing hard against his heels.Well done Loki, he honked the horn hard, Cinderella's hapless sister is going to court the prince—

He drove very fast all the way, not caring whether he ran through a few red lights. The truck driver at the intersection rolled down the window and scolded him, but before the sound floated into Loki's ears, he kicked the accelerator and went away.Loki dumped the car on the side of the road, sprinting into the building despite getting a few tickets.Rocky hated sports, especially running, and he hadn't run like this since he was ten years old.The glass sliding doors of the office building opened slowly. The New Year's holiday had not yet passed completely. The hall was empty, and the brown-skinned security guard dozed off at the front desk with his head propped up.

Loki pressed his hands heavily on the front desk, and asked in the most polite tone he could, "Which floor is Sol's office on?"

"What?" The security guard's head slipped from his hands, and he looked at Loki with a surprised expression.

"Which floor is Saul Odinson's office on?" Loki restrained himself and repeated, "Tell me, now!"

"The seventh floor..."

Loki threw down a light "thank you", turned over the safety gate amidst the shouts of the security guards, took the elevator, and came to the floor where Sol worked.

A young lady with blond hair stopped him.

"Who are you?" She raised her slender eyebrows and looked at Loki maliciously. "This place is temporarily closed to the public. Central Park, please go out and go south."

Loki fidgeted to undo the misplaced neckline, fastened the button into the buttonhole where it should go, hastily smoothed out the folds, took a deep breath and said, "I'm looking for Saul, he's here."

"He's here, yes," said the blond lady, whose badge read "Amora," and she tapped her fingers on the keyboard without looking at Loki. "He's Miss Odinson's now." Guests, you can talk somewhere else after he's over."

Before Loki could speak, the phone rang.Amora picked up the phone and clamped it around her neck, her hands still resting. "Oh, yes, yes..." she replied, glancing at Loki repeatedly, "yes, I know, I will. You better send someone up."

She hung up the phone, stopped typing briefly, looked at Loki with a playful face, "what to do, I want you in too, but irrelevant personnel are not allowed to stay in the building, this is the rule." She stood up and put A post-it note was pressed against Loki's chest, "Or you can come to my house later, and I can lend you a spare room..."

"I'm looking for Saul," Loki waved her away impatiently, and walked directly past her to the office behind, "Thank you for your kindness, I just know he's in there."

Amora left her seat and wanted to hold him back, but Loki walked to the office in two or three steps,