I'm a spy in the film

At six in the morning in New York, some people are already jogging, especially in Prospect Park in Brooklyn. Due to the good environment, it is a popular spot for many morning jogging enthusiasts. Therefore, there are many cafes on the streets next to the park that specialize in providing services for these morning joggers and they open early.

The door of one of the more famous Joe Coffee cafes was suddenly pushed open, and a young man carrying a black backpack walked in quickly.

There were not many customers in the store, most of them sat in places where they could see the street view. The young man also found a seat by the window, put his backpack at his feet, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

Soon, the young man finished his breakfast and walked out of the cafe carrying a backpack that seemed a little bigger.

Soon, a young woman with a ponytail and wearing sportswear who was sitting behind the young man seemed to have finished the coffee in her cup. She stood up, picked up a backpack of the same size, color and style at her feet and put it on her shoulders. She picked up the easel leaning against the table and walked out of the cafe.

What no one noticed was that her backpack seemed to be deflated and heavier than when she came in. No one noticed that when the woman picked up the easel, she quietly held a piece of note paper stuck on the easel in her palm.

He lowered his head and glanced at the words on the note. The smile in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and it was all revealed through the upturned corners of his mouth.

Twenty minutes later, a woman in sportswear and carrying a backpack walked briskly into an apartment near the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn. Everyone who greeted her along the way called her "Ella."

Ella locked the door, washed her hands, curled up her legs and sat on the sofa. She couldn't wait to open her backpack and took out a thick stack of manuscript paper covered with handwriting. She held the manuscript in front of her face, took a deep breath in ecstasy, and sighed with satisfaction.

"I love the fragrance of this ink. Hehe, let me see what interesting story you wrote this time!"

As she spoke, Ella put on the glasses she usually wore when reviewing manuscripts, and began to carefully read the manuscript in her hands, from sunrise to sunset.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared and the room became dim, Ella reluctantly placed the manuscript in her hand on the coffee table in front of her. She rubbed her hungry stomach and pouted.

"It's all your fault. Your writing was so attractive that I even forgot to eat lunch. I must teach you a lesson tonight!"

As she spoke, Ella stretched, stood up and walked towards the bathroom, taking off her loose sportswear, revealing an excellent figure comparable to that of an athlete. Her occasionally tense muscles and the fitness equipment specially placed in the room showed that Miss Ella was not a posing girl, but a real "Barbie"!

Soon, it was time for feasting and revelry, the best time in New York.

Inside a luxurious room at the William Vale Hotel in Brooklyn, a live broadcast of WWE (National Wrestling Association) was playing on TV; in the living room, two young people, a man and a woman, were fighting each other.

Both of them were unarmed. They fought from the center of the mat to the corner, and then from the corner back to the center. In the end, the woman fell down before the man due to her inherent physical disadvantage. She lay weakly on the mat, gasping for breath.

"I didn't have lunch today, so this round is a draw!"

The woman was indignant. Even though she didn't have the strength to move a finger, she still refused to beg for mercy.

Men are very familiar with the strong character of women on earth, and know that the best way at the moment is to stroke them.

So he went to the kitchen to get the drinks and snacks that had been prepared in advance, and generously admitted: If the woman had held on a little longer, the crown of victory would have passed to someone else!

"Okay, you've passed the test. I'll let you leave me for so long next time!" The woman knew very well that it was important to stop while you're ahead. She didn't pursue the man relentlessly and was very satisfied with his performance.

"By the way, what are you doing in New York this time? How many days do you plan to stay?" The woman then asked the question she had always wanted to ask.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm working at the New York branch of the FBI now, and I'm going to live in New York permanently from now on!" The man was also a little puzzled.

Then they both recalled the two meetings today:

In the morning, the two of them agreed on the meeting time and place via email, and completed the handover of items in the cafe and determined the meeting place in the evening;

From the moment the door was opened that night, the woman's attack began, first poking her in the eyes, then kicking her in the crotch. The man was no less polite, and forced the woman back with a straight punch. He entered the room, closed the door with his foot, and then the two of them fought in the living room. They didn't say a word the whole time, as if they were really fighting for their lives. It was only until one of them fell down that they had time to communicate.

"Hahahaha!" The two looked at each other and laughed out loud.

That’s right, the two people laughing heartily at this moment are Bourne and his partner Ella. This is half the reason why Bourne chose to develop in New York.

"So, you really listened to Connie and planned to work for a while to accumulate experience and connections? Well, Connie is right. Most of her relationships with Brady are here and in Washington, which will be very beneficial to your future development." Ella was obviously very familiar with the Bourne family situation.

"Well, mainly because you're here, I'm a little worried about you!"

"Why are you worried about me? Now everyone knows that I have lost the inheritance rights. Not only will there be no benefit in getting close to me, but I will also offend my now popular stepmother. Who would be so unwise?" Ella said self-deprecatingly.

"If beauty could be taxed, you'd have gone bankrupt." Bourne joked, "Plus, you're a little stronger, smarter, and gentler than other girls. You almost make me wonder if you're a princess in distress from a fairy tale book. If I don't keep a close eye on you, I'm afraid you'll be spotted by some discerning man very soon!"

"Bourne, when did you learn these love words? They're so nonsensical!" Ella raised her eyebrows in disdain, but her accelerated heartbeat showed that she was not unresponsive to Bourne's sweet words.

Bourne was a little embarrassed. He had exchanged those words from Zach today with the small cakes made by Ella. They were said to be effective in picking up girls, but how come his partner saw through them at a glance? It seemed that he really had no talent for sweet talk to girls.

"Well, I am a writer after all! I just came up with these words myself!" Bourne had no choice but to lie.

"Pfft" Ella laughed out loud.

Although Ella was sweating all over at this time, she still had a good figure. Bourne picked up the water and gulped down a big gulp. Only then did he catch his breath. Then he got down to business.

He asked, "Have you read my manuscript? What do you think of it? Is there a market for it?"

"Bourne, you are such a genius, how did you come up with such a wonderful story?"

Talking about the manuscript, the originally tired Ella suddenly became excited, jumped up and gave Bourne a kiss, she smiled and said:

"This is a reward for you, my great writer!"