Chapter 94 Caitlin from Building 9
After Steven and Elinor returned to the room, Steven took off his winter coat and sat on the sofa, cursing fiercely, "That damn crazy woman!"
He lay on the sofa without any regard for his image.
Elinor walked into the bathroom, and after a while, she came out with a basin of hot water.
She smiled as she knelt in front of Steven, helping him take off his cotton socks, and then personally washed his feet.
She asked softly, "Were you really scared just now?"
Steven leaned against the sofa and slowly said, "Actually, not really. Since the apocalypse, nothing really surprises me anymore."
"In chaotic times, the most absurd things can happen," he added.
He was wearing a police bulletproof vest, so unless the old biddy was a nimble assassin who could precisely cut his neck, she couldn't hurt him.
But Steven wasn't a block of wood; he would naturally dodge.
Then he asked, "Did anything happen in the community while I was away?"
"Especially in the other buildings, any unusual activity?"
Elinor nodded slowly upon hearing this. "I was just about to tell you."
Steven sat up slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity and caution. "Really, what happened?"
Elinor massaged Steven's feet as she calmly said, "The person in charge of Building 9 now is one of my former patients, named Caitlin Martin."
"She contacted me today, hoping I could help her get you to accept her friend request. She said she has something she wants to discuss with you."
Steven frowned slightly, "Building 9, Caitlin?"
This was a name unfamiliar to him.
Even though they were in the same community, Sunshine Community was large, with a north-south distance of about 1640 feet.
His Building 25 and Building 9 were like the ends of a village; they had no chance to interact on a daily basis.
Steven asked, "What does she want to talk to me about?"
Elinor shook her head. "She just said she wants to discuss cooperation with the building manager of Building 25. But for the specifics, she needs to talk to you."
Steven sneered, "Cooperation? Ridiculous!"
"I lack nothing now, while they can only wait to die in their building. What do they have to offer me?"
Elinor looked up with a light smile. "Should I tell her you don't want to talk to her?"
Steven waved his hand. "Don't hurry. Tell me about her and the situation in their building."
Elinor then shared the information she had gathered with Steven.
Caitlin was the owner of a beauty and cosmetics company in Starlight City valued at thirty million dollars.
Although it was called a beauty and cosmetics company, it primarily operated through social selling.
Caitlin, 38 years old, was above average in looks, strong-willed, and a capable businesswoman.
She knew Elinor because she had previously visited Mayo Hospital for treatment.
Their relationship was just polite greetings when they met.
As for Building 9, it was now controlled by Caitlin and her subordinates.
According to Elinor's information, Building 9 was managed quite well, with only 10 deaths so far.
After hearing this, Steven cracked his knuckles and nodded. "In times like these, a woman managing a building is indeed impressive!"
Elinor sighed lightly, "Yes, after all, she's in social selling, so she's very good at brainwashing people."
Steven chuckled, "Now that's a ruthless person! If she really gets ruthless, she could even deceive her own parents and relatives. We must be very cautious with such a woman!"
Elinor nodded.
"I don't have a good impression of her either. We haven't been in touch for a long time. Today she suddenly contacted me to pass on a message."
Steven said, "That's not surprising. The news that I have a snowmobile and can go out to gather supplies has already spread."
"Everyone in the community is jealous of me; they all want my snowmobile."
Elinor nodded, "In that case, do you still want to talk to her?"
Steven put his hand under his chin, thinking for a few minutes. "Let's talk."
"I also want to know what the other buildings are planning."
"At the very least, we can't push them all too hard. Otherwise, if the people from the other 29 buildings all become my enemies, that wouldn't be good."
If Steven just stayed inside and didn't go out, he wouldn't be afraid of them.
But now, Steven knew the outside world was a huge treasure trove, and he would need to go out to gather various survival supplies in the future.
So, for now, he couldn't make enemies with the people from the other 29 buildings.
Thus, while enjoying Elinor's delicate massage, Steven opened his Facebook.
There were too many friend requests, and he had been uninterested in checking, as most people were just asking for supplies, and he couldn't be bothered.
Opening the friend request list, the first one Steven saw was "Charm Company President Caitlin."
A standard social selling profile picture: women's suit, white shirt, arms crossed, with an exaggerated smile.
Just as Steven was about to accept her friend request, his eyes caught a slightly familiar profile picture below.
Business people usually used personal photos for their Facebook profiles.
So Steven immediately recognized who it was.
Chase Gray was the CFO of the southern region of Walmart.
Steven knew him because he had seen Chase on stage during a company annual meeting.
Steven also knew Chase lived in the same community, but they had no work-related interactions, so they hadn't been in contact.
Steven glanced at the time of his friend request, which was at 10:30 this morning, just after he had left the community.
He pondered, 'Looks like he's looking for me for the same reason.'
Steven had a good idea.
After a brief thought, he decided to accept both friend requests.
He wanted to see what each of them had to say, to judge how to deal with the people from Building 9.
As soon as he accepted the friend requests, messages came almost instantly.
Caitlin: [Hello, Mr. Rogers! I'm Caitlin from Building 9, currently managing Building 9. I'd like to talk to you!]
Chase: [Hello, Mr. Rogers. I'm Chase from Building 18. Thank you for accepting my friend request. I'd like to discuss cooperation on behalf of the residents of Building 18.]
Steven first opened Caitlin's chat window, typing: [What do you want to talk about?]
Caitlin quickly replied: [It's not convenient to chat like this. Can we have a voice call?]
Steven input coldly: [No, it's not convenient for me. Let's just chat here.]
He was very familiar with women in social selling; their mouths were like machine guns, given the chance, they could talk non-stop for days.
So he messaged bluntly: [If you have something to say, be brief and direct. I'm not a patient person and don't like small talk.]
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