Chapter 18 The Fifth Day of Working
It should be noted that Manhasset's working hours are very flexible.
...Otherwise, I would have been fired long ago for using this pseudonym's shift schedule.
Among our group of employees, apart from me who cannot be present for extended periods due to uncontrollable reasons, Poe and Mark both enjoy going out, and the others seem to be doing alright. The one who stays the longest is undoubtedly Miss Louisa.
Even the company's CEO, Mr. Francis Fitzgerald, is not often at the company.
For example, right now.
On my way to Mr. Fitzgerald's office to submit a report, I happened to run into John and Lovecraft talking. I hadn't spoken much with Lovecraft, so I chose to talk to John.
"John, is Mr. Francis here?"
He thought for a few seconds and said, "I don't think I've seen him today."
Perhaps due to some uncertainty or in order to obtain some other assistance, John's gaze unconsciously drifted to the tall Lovecraft beside him as he spoke, while Lovecraft shook his head with his lifeless eyes.
“Sorry, or, I really don’t know.” John shrugged, then pointed behind me. “Perhaps you could ask Montgomery.”
As soon as he made that statement, I immediately understood what was happening behind me, so I wasn't surprised at all when I turned around and saw Montgomery standing there.
"What? What's wrong with the way you guys are looking at me?"
Montgomery frowned slightly, still holding a cup of something in his hand, which I'll guess was coffee.
John said, "Why don't you tell us what's wrong with your expression, Montgomery? We just wanted to ask if Mr. Francis was in his office."
“Tch.” Montgomery turned his head and replied, “Mr. Francis isn’t here. I heard there’s a sale at the market today, something Mr. Francis has been looking forward to for a long time.”
I:"……"
John: "..."
Lovecraft: "Ah."
As expected of you, Mr. Fitzgerald.
Since we're on the topic, we have to talk about it.
My top boss, Mr. Francis Fitzgerald, had a very interesting contrast.
That is, he is clearly a very, very, very rich business genius—it is said that this company was not originally his, but he acquired it from his former boss through short selling—but he also has a great love for cheap goods sold at discounts in small markets (no offense intended).
And he always buys a lot :)
During my first week at the company, I received a pot from Mr. Fitzgerald, which he had found at the market.
In my first month at the company, I received a dozen bowls and plates from Mr. Fitzgerald, which he had bought at the market.
However, since we don't need to use them yet, they are all neatly arranged in the cabinets in my kitchen.
Montgomery approached, and I confirmed that the cup in her hand was indeed coffee. She glanced at me briefly and asked, "Do you need to speak with Mr. Francis?"
I gestured to her with my head down: "I need to submit a report."
“Give it to me,” she said, tilting her chin up and a hint of smugness in her eyes. “I can take it to Louisa-chan.”
"This is troublesome."
I handed the folder to her as a thank you.
I walked back with John and Lovecraft, but we only walked together for a short distance before I parted ways with them.
I don't know what John and Lovecraft are going to do, but I have a clear goal.
I already have quite a few aliases stored up, not to mention those yet to be developed, all of which means my work will cover a wide range of areas.
But over time, I've discovered that at least one thing is fortunate: my work doesn't take up too much of my time outside of work hours.
Just like my current identity as a Manhasset employee, I can complete my work while logged in under a pseudonym and then log off with peace of mind to prepare for my second job.
...I don't know whether I should be happy or not.
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"One bowl of ramen will do."
For lunch, I chose a ramen shop I had never eaten at before.
If we disregard objective factors and only consider subjective factors, I would choose the hot pot restaurant next door.
But I was alone, and eating hot pot alone would only accentuate my loneliness, so I had to settle for this ramen shop instead.
Yokohama and Tokyo are both famous metropolises, with bustling commercial streets lined with food stalls from one end to the other. I had previously planned to try all the food stalls on each street when I had the chance, and now I'm gradually making that a reality.
"Sir Suehiro, you're too slow."
It was a gentle, smiling voice coming from my left.
It sounds great.
I couldn't help but glance to the side and saw a silver-haired young man sitting there. I estimated he was about my age, no more than twenty-five at most.
With his eyes slightly squinted and his ears adorned with classic tassel ornaments, he exuded a refined air.
He was on the phone, and that sentence was probably spoken to the person he was talking to.
Tsk.
etc.
It took me a while to realize what the guy had just said on the phone.
Sergeant First Class?
Is it the sergeant I know?
Realizing something, I couldn't help but take a closer look at him.
...The military?
To dare speak to a sergeant like that, you're no ordinary guy.
Fortunately, I'm used to the abundance of talent in big cities like Tokyo and Yokohama, so I wasn't too surprised.
As I was reminiscing, the silver-haired guy suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on me. I couldn't take my eyes off him for a moment, and our eyes met unexpectedly.
He is very handsome.
That was my first thought when I saw that face; I didn't use the wrong word.
Because I do think that adjectives like "beautiful" are more appropriate than "handsome."
He smiled faintly, his narrowed eyes obscuring his pupils.
I think it's a bit of a pity.
Subconsciously, I had already assumed that someone as good-looking as me must have very beautiful eyes, and that smiling pupils must be even more beautiful.
Unfortunately, this guy has squinty eyes.
Even his narrowed eyes made it impossible for me to be sure whether his gaze was fixed on me.
It's actually quite strange, I've met quite a few people like that.
For example, there's Gojo-sensei who wears an eye patch, Ranpo who also likes to squint, and Sakae whose fine bangs cover his eyes.
Although I have seen Gojo-sensei's bright and dazzling azure eyes, I have also seen Ranpo's deep and keen emerald green irises.
I've never actually seen a slope like that.
But often, even though I can't see into their eyes, I can feel their gaze focused on me.
When faced with this handsome young man I didn't know, I began to doubt the direction of his gaze, so I had to glance around briefly.
Ultimately, given that I was the only living person around besides him, I deduced that he was watching me.
His gaze quickly returned to me, and I didn't linger on him any longer, lest it seem as if I had ulterior motives.
However, I glanced at the tassels on his earrings one last time, and I have to say, they were really beautiful.
I touched my empty right earlobe with my right hand, which was supporting my chin, and wondered if I should get myself some earrings. They seemed pretty cool.
"Sir, your ramen."
The steaming hot ramen unfortunately appeared before my eyes, so I had to put aside my thoughts about earrings and decide to do so again sometime when I remembered them.
About five minutes later, I looked up.
It wasn't because I was paying the bill and leaving, but because the people sitting next to me had welcomed new guests.
I'm not in such a rush yet.
I was just a little curious about Sergeant Suehiro, whom the silver-haired guy mentioned.
"Sir Suehiro," the silver-haired young man next to me called out with a light smile.
I heard the sound of a chair being pulled out; the next sentence should be Sergeant Suehiro's voice.
"Tiaoye."
It turns out the silver-haired guy's name is Tiaoye.
Thinking this to myself, I raised my head and looked over as naturally as possible.
Wow!
I saw a guy who looked about my age, no more than twenty-five at most.
However, the one before had silver hair, while this one has black hair.
The one before had its eyes squinted, but this one has its eyes open.
However.
Despite their many differences, the beauty they possess and display is exactly the same.
If I was only slightly surprised when I saw Jono, then when I saw Suehiro, I almost began to wonder if the Yokohama military was hiring based on looks.
I've never heard of this rule.
The young man who just arrived has long black hair that curls slightly upwards, and his golden pupils are sparkling.
The most peculiar thing about him is the three unidentified marks below his left eye. I don't know if they serve any other purpose or meaning, but they certainly make him look good.
I'm thinking of maybe I should put a mark on the corner of my eye when I have time (just kidding).
Although I had a lot on my mind, I outwardly gave Suehiro a very simple and quick glance. Like I said, I'm not some weirdo with ulterior motives.
Ultimately, they are just strangers who met by chance, and overstepping boundaries in getting close and exploring each other will inevitably make the other person feel slightly offended.
I paid the bill and left the ramen shop shortly afterward.
I knew Yokohama's streets pretty well, so I found a secluded alleyway nearby to make sure there were no security cameras.
If I were recorded by surveillance cameras, it would be like I'm going to die... Oh wait, it's not certain they'd be able to trace it back to my true identity, but we should still avoid any accidents that can be avoided.
I remember the next account I should log in under; I recall it being an editor at Yokohama Publishing.
Just to be on the safe side, I checked the system taskbar to confirm that it was indeed an editor from Yokohama Publishing before issuing the command.
[Cut off a note; editor at Yokohama Publishing.]
[Yes, host.]
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