Chapter 3: 3. Work Life

I escaped from a demon known as the "President of the Finance Ministry", after 2 hours of getting yelled at.

"I'm back."

"Oh, you're here 5 minutes earlier than last time."

As I entered the Meeting room with the Deputy Minister's reply, I motioned the other 4 people in the meeting room to stay seated instead of saluting me.

In a consecutive order, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Head of Divisions remained seated. Along with the Deputy Minister next to me.

'Alright. Seems like everyone's here.'

 

"Alright, our lovely slaves, I know that it's time to go home soon, and I'm sorry to confine you in this room, but I have something to say."

"I have a date soon. Is it important?

"Person who said that, you have rightfully received the lottery of working overtime."

"Fuck."

The 3rd Division Head showed a face of regret.

 

I grabbed the documents on the desk and flapped it in a showing motion.

"You see this?"

"Yes, Sir."

All the people in the room replied at once.

"Good. It's the fucking project that literally caused me to get yelled at by the President." 

 

I threw the documents I were holding and saw it land on the middle of the table the Division Heads were sitting on. As the information of the documents fell out, the Deputy Minister sighed, and the Division Heads were staring at each other awkwardly, pretending to know nothing.

"Who suggested to raid the Duke of Benelosen?"

".. M- Me.."

The 3rd Division head whimpered like a raccoon and replied.

"You. Listen to what I say while in front leaning position."

"Yes, Sir.."

The 3rd Division head leaned in a planking position - thus becoming one with the floor.

Oorah brother.

 

While the 3rd Division Head did suggest to raid the Duke of Benelosen for suspicion of Tax fraud, the raid was supported by both the 1st, 2nd, and 4th Division. 

I sighed.

"Our lovely slaves, I know our job is to act like a "wolf" or whatever for the Empire, but with shit like this, we look like a dog with rabies who can't distinguish between friend or foe."

The Department I lead, known as the Capital Finance Inspectorate Office, has absolute authority over details of tax fraud, corruption, or any matter relating unethical works of finance.

Observing any money income, source, etc.

Publicly, the Capital Finance Inspectorate Office is known as the devil.

We usually attack everyone, and we get attacked by everyone. 

This department, under the ministry of finance, has so much influence, that some people even question if it is alright to give so much authority to a department that is not even under the action of the Royal Family.

And I am the Minister of such.

"You know, the Duke of Benelosen sent 47 complaints to the President of Finance."

"That's a shame." Replied the 2nd Division Head without a care in the world.

"Indeed. You. Front leaning position."

"Shit."

The 2nd Division Head leaned in a position similar to the 3rd Divsion Head.

"Your ass is up. Keep it down."

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"Yes, Sir."

Correcting the 2nd Divsion Head's posture, I continued.

"We're all lucky that the Duke of Benelosen value money more than anything else. They requested financial compensation over cutting all our heads off."

I stared at the 3rd Division Head.

"All the work to clean up the mess we made will be given to the 3rd Division."

With those words, the 3rd Division Head who was becoming one with the floor, rose up with sadness in his eyes. But what can I do? The 3rd Division caused it.

"You have to clean up your own mess, right?"

"Yes, Of course."

"Think of yourself lucky."

"Yes, Sir. I'll never forget this experience."

"Alright. Go."

The 3rd Division Head went outside the meeting room.

"The rest of you, be careful as well. If shit like this happens again, we are all fucked."

The rest of the people in the room except the Deputy Minister left the room.

"Shit."

"What is it, Sir?"

"Nothing. I just thought of something a long time ago."

I rolled out a cigarette and lit it. Fuck! I should've enrolled in the Academy instead.

Fuck you 17 year old me!

'I should just embezzle money and run.'

If I do so, I wouldn't have to work anymore, but I also wouldn't have a neck anymore.

Looking at the clock, I sighed.

Today was the 40th Day anniversary of working overtime. Who should I share this happiness with? 

I know. The 3rd Division Head.

 

 

Because a duke was involved, the 3rd Division could finish the work given to them within a short time due to the urgency.

"... And therefore this ends the plan for compensation of the Duke of Benelosen."

With a satisfied face, I sent a round of applause for the masterpiece of a report.

Yep, sometimes, our boys are great at work if they try.

"I've always found the 3rd Division Head to have a great work ethic." , I commented.

"Sir, you said yesterday you wanted to 'Fucking kill that bald son of a bitch.'"

"Watch your mouth."

"Yes, Sir!"

I shut down the comment of the 1st Division Head.

"Anyways good work."

"Thank you, Sir."

That day, I went home early.

 

 

 

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