Chapter 12: 12. Wake the FUCK UP!

First thing I did after running away from Melana Verpen was head to the Ministry of Architecture Academic Sub-Directory office.

I was met by a designated receptionist in the entrance lobby.

"Hello. May I ask what you are here for?"

A man with an academy staff uniform asked.

"I need to take a look at the territorial finance archives."

The man took a brief look at my uniform and hurriedly rose up from his seat.

It's required by the Empire's law to provide an Finance Inspectorate Officer with what they ask at all times if it is in the interest of their duty.

"Right this way."

The Ministry of Architecture Academic Sub-Directory buildings was very spacious, as it is one of the most important governmental organizations within the Academy.

I was lead to a small office with stacks of documents in boxes on shelves, with each of them being sorted into date, and then territorial categories.

"Take your time. I will be waiting outside."

The receptionist told me.

"Feel free to go first. I'll be here for a while."

"Alright."

As I heard the receptionist walking away, I immersed myself in going over the documents.

'Precinct 23A to 24A.'

Revising the roads and road tag that were rough, I found a box of finance documents specifically for Precinct 23A to 24A from last year.

'Let's see.'

'?'

The document didn't make sense.

The dates didn't add up. The formatting was wrong.

I don't know if this is plain incompetence or a planned mistake.

Most documents of funding and finance have a deadline by the end of the month. 

However, this document was recorded on the 19th of February, when it's supposed to be on the 1st of February.

As well as the in between finance spending between Janurary and December, the dates were messed up.

On the additive funds, 80 million Cromwells are given between 10 months.

However, there is only 8 million Cromwells spent on the charter below.

Either some crazy fucker embezzled 72 Million Cromwells and didn't realize the banking machine records every withdrawal, or it was a typing error.

Thinking about it, no crazy fuck simply withdraws 86% of their allocated funds and spends it on god knows where and hopes nobody notices.

It has to be a machinery error. Right?

Also, the Auditor really fucked up. He went over this and authorized it? 

How come there is only maintenance personnel funds on the first month? Who records this shit and doesn't question it?

Everything is wrong with the document. Everything.

Rummaging through older documents, this phenomena of questionable funding starts 4 months ago.

Something's up.

Sadly, there's nobody I can check with besides the 3rd Road Procurement Directory.

Grabbing all the "defective" finance documents, I headed to the 3rd Road Procurement Directory.

'Fuck. This shit's heavy.'

Due to the fact that the 3rd Road Procurement Directory offices are on the 2nd Floor, I walked up a few steps carrying a box full of defective documents.

After going up to the 2nd floor and travelling in between the hallways, I stopped.

'Whew.'

Arriving in front of the office, I knocked with one hand on the door of the 3rd Road Procurement Directory Office.

KNOCK KNOCK

...

...

Anybody home?

I knocked again.

KNOCK KNOCK

...

Helloo?

KNOCK KNOCK

...

What the fuck?

Nobody answered the door for another 10 seconds.

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I decided to just barge in.

I opened the door, and saw the state of the 3rd Directory office, and couldn't help but gasp.

Inside the office, were 2 sleeping civil servants on 2 desks.

'These bastards.'

Sleep? SLEEP?

These fuckers are sleeping during their worktime.

They were sleeping during work! 

Our glorious citizens of the Empire, with their taxpayer money, are paying for the salaries of these sleeping civil servants.

This shit won't pass.

I sighed in, and then..

"WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRS!!!!!!!!!!"

I shouted. Drill Sergeant style.

"Mrn... Huh?"

The 2 sleeping "civil fuckers" beauties started waking up slowly.

I walked up to the desk of the supervisor.

The supervisor, with one eye opened, still half sleeping, looked up.

".....h?"

'h?'

H?????

"You."

"..."

The supervisor, as if realizing my uniform, suddenly burst out of his chair and saluted me.

"GLORY!!!!!!!!!! 3RD DIRECTORY SUPERVISOR, RANK 3 OFFICIAL OF THE MINISTRY OF ARCHITECHTURE, BEN PEDRO!"

Ben Pedro.

I got your ass.

With a smile, I called Ben Pedro in a soothing and calm voice.

"Ben Pedro."

"..?"

"Wake your subordinate up."

"Y-yes, Sir!"

Ben Pedro, hurriedly grabbing a metal trash can, threw it at the employee still sleeping and waking up slowly.

The trash can hit the head of the one on the Secretary positioned desk, and made a loud clanking sound.

CLANK!!

"What the fuck? Who hit me?"

The subordinate who was hit with the trash can, abruptly woke up and asked.

 

"WAKE YOUR ASS UP!!"

The Supervisor, Ben Pedro, shouted at him.

"Sir?? What's the problem?"

The one hit with the trash can, still not knowing what's going on, seemed confunsed.

Until he saw me.

...

 

"3RD DIRECTORY SECRETARY, RANK 5 OFFICIAL OF THE MINISTRY OF ARCHITECHTURE, MENSLOW MANE!"

He introduced himself as well.

I then started talking.

"Both of you."

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"Front Lean Rest while singing the national anthem. We're going up till verse 13. Full version!"

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