Not long after, James Wesley, still dressed as a high-ranking white-collar worker and carrying a briefcase, pushed open the door and walked in. He irritably tore off his tie, grabbed a bottle of beer, and chugged it down.
He walked to the desk, pulled out a document, and read it for two minutes before noticing someone sitting beside him out of the corner of his eye.
"Who's there?!" He was startled and reached into the drawer for his gun.
Daisy extended her hand, and a shockwave smashed half of the desk. Only then did she step out of the shadows.
"Mr. Wesley, long time no see." She stood before him in her true form.
Initially, he looked puzzled and found her unfamiliar, but then, as if remembering something, he glanced at the desk and then back at her. "It's you. Are you a mutant?"
She immediately refused: "No, just an ordinary superhuman. As I said last time, Mr. Wesley, you are a talented individual, and it's a real shame to be involved with gangs."
A hint of mockery appeared on James Wesley's lips, as if he were looking at a young person who didn't know their place.
He had seen too many people who thought they could control everything just because they had superpowers.
Daisy seemed to guess his thoughts and said to herself, "Perhaps you think I am shallow and ignorant, but I must say, it is you, and Mr. Wilson Fisk, who went to Spain a few days ago, behind you, who haven't truly seen the situation clearly."
"How do you know all this?" He didn't deny it but instead asked a question.
'Of course, I know it from the plot,' but Daisy couldn't say that. She continued to act profound. "Mr. Fisk is your good friend. Your friendship is commendable. You are willing to do anything for him, and Mr. Fisk will help you kill anyone. Am I wrong?"
The other party neither nodded nor shook his head. She continued, "But Mr. Fisk has left New York, left Hell's Kitchen, because of the NYPD's massive crackdown. He needs to lie low to prepare for his next rise. What about you, Mr. Wesley? Are you also willing to retire to the Spanish countryside?"
This question was purely superfluous. If James Wesley had been willing to leave, he would have left New York long ago. He couldn't bear to leave this place, the flattery and adulation of others, and was unwilling to live a pastoral life.
"How many years do you want to wait in New York? The New York police are now fully clearing the city. How many years will it take for Mr. Fisk to return to New York? Are you willing to continue waiting, or come out and do something?" She looked directly into his eyes.
"I don't believe you."
Daisy smiled brightly: "You have to believe me. You've seen my power, so you can only stand with me, unless you don't want to live."
"Even if you don't want to live, you wouldn't want to implicate Mr. Fisk, would you?" She finished speaking and softly recited a foreign address.
"What? Say that again?" James Wesley's face was full of astonishment; he even thought he had misheard.
What were they? They were a dynamic social organization! They had always been the ones to threaten others.
"So-and-so, if you don't want to implicate your family, do such-and-such for us."
James Wesley had said similar sentences hundreds of times in his short thirty years of life and never dreamed that he would be threatened in return today.
He even laughed in anger. "Perhaps I have no power to resist, but Mr. Fisk is different."
Daisy reached out and, from several meters away, gently vibrated his heart.
An invisible energy gripped James Wesley's chest. He felt as if he would suffocate in the next second, his face turning crimson as he tried to gasp for air, but the oxygen couldn't reach his heart and was blocked.
Daisy withdrew her ability: "In my eyes, there's no difference. I'm not asking you to betray him. While he's not back in New York, work for me. That doesn't violate your principles, does it?"
"Mr. Fisk hates meta-humans!" James took off his glasses, clutched his chest, and finally managed to stand up with great difficulty.
"That's because he isn't a meta-human." Daisy saw this very clearly. Those anti-mutant councilmen, citizens, including Kingpin, who had always been hostile to super-powered individuals, would not say such things if they themselves were meta-humans.
James Wesley lowered his head and thought for a moment. In fact, he himself was quite envious of meta-humans and wasn't particularly hostile towards them.
"I have a few conditions."
"Speak."
"I will not do anything to betray Mr. Fisk."
"What I want to do is legitimate business, unrelated to him. I can agree to that."
"I am not an subordinate; I am a collaborator."
"You are, actually. I can agree to that too."
"Once Mr. Fisk returns to New York, I will leave you and return to his side."
Daisy pouted. Time would change a person's mind. It would be several years before Kingpin returned to New York, and the glory of these years would erode James Wesley and his friendship.
Ultimately, James was still a vain person who liked to be praised. Whether to be a glorious figure in the spotlight or to handle the messy affairs of the gang behind the scenes, Daisy felt he would choose the former.
"Alright, since we are now partners, let me explain the current task." She rattled off the advantages of big data.
As an elite, James Wesley understood a little about everything. He quickly saw the prospects of big data. This was a brilliant idea; compared to Kingpin, who only knew how to demolish buildings, this was more to his liking.
He quickly got into character and mused, "It seems this big data can only be applied to large corporations and government agencies?"
Daisy nodded: "That will be your future task, dealing with various government officials and large corporations. As a high-achiever from the University of Pennsylvania, Mr. Wesley should be quite adept at communicating with those people."
The pie was well-drawn, and to be honest, Mr. James was a little tempted, but when he heard that the company only had a few thousand dollars in its account, his heart sank.
"That's why I need you to open doors and get the market to recognize my product." Daisy had a matter-of-fact expression.
James deliberated and said, "If some targets are more stubborn, will you use some unconventional methods?"
Daisy gave him an amused look: "Mr. Wesley, your way of thinking is very dangerous. Do you really think this country has no power to resist? It's just that the upper echelons don't want to interfere. If they wanted to, sending a few elite agents could wipe you all out."
Daisy glanced at her watch and handed him a note: "It's very late today. If you haven't changed your mind tomorrow, you can find me at this address. If you have changed your mind, then it will be my turn to find you."
With that, she gestured at his chest, pushed open the door, and slowly walked out.
There was a 70% chance that the other party would cooperate with her. She had kept her vibration ability active, and in her frequency sensing, the other party was initially annoyed, then worried after seeing her, and then moved from hostility to compromise. The whole process was very natural.
She pulled open the door of her used Ford, and just as she started the engine, she sensed a sharp frequency suddenly appear in her perception. Before she could react, she saw the other side of the car door open, and a tall figure got in.
The newcomer was tall, wearing a black leather trench coat, with an eye patch over his left eye, has a shiny bald head.