I had been enjoying a peaceful and uneventful end of the year after responding to the Minister’s summons. Although Dorgon’s whereabouts still bothered me, heading north in the dead of winter was out of the question. Besides, it would be strange for someone from the Ministry of Finance like me to go up there in the first place.
Anyway, the Senior Manager diligently completed the annual review of the Prosecutors’ Office’s work and I had also written a glowing evaluation report for the Minister. I had already handled all the tasks that needed my attention.
The only thing left to worry about was whether the other departments used their annual budgets properly, but even that was taken care of by the Senior Manager while I was away.
Having a competent subordinate sure makes life easier.
I took a sip of tea and glanced over the documents the Senior Manager submitted. If it weren’t for him, the Prosecutors’ Office would have fallen apart long ago. Promoting him, who was just a Team Manager back then, to Senior Manager was the best decision of my civil service career.
I’d definitely take him with me as the Minister’s secretary if I get promoted. I couldn’t imagine working without him anymore.
The only concern was what to do if both the Executive Manager and Senior Manager positions became vacant at the same time—
Well, I’m sure it’ll work out.
Honestly, that wasn’t my problem anymore. A real man wouldn’t look back at what he’d already left behind.
Besides, wasn’t the Crown Prince notorious for his shocking personnel decisions? I trust he’d figure something out. If necessary, he could always promote the 3rd or 5th Managers.
...The 3rd Manager as the Executive Manager...
I suddenly pictured a large, bald man in the Executive Manager’s chair. The visual was more fitting for a mafia boss than an Executive Manager. That was a future I definitely couldn’t handle.
On second thought, promoting the 3rd Manager was out of the question. Even now, I felt like a mob boss with an enforcer by my side whenever I was with him. Could you imagine a Minister walking around with a mafia boss as his Executive Manager?
Anyone would think I’m the mastermind behind it all.
I couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh and absentmindedly rubbed the corner of my eye. If I had narrow eyes, I’d be the perfect villain.
Knock, knock—
A knock on the door snapped me back to reality as I thought about such pointless things.
“Executive Manager, it’s the Senior Manager.”
“Senior Manager?”
“Yes, sir.”
I recognized the voice outside, but the unexpected visit made me ask back.
How long had it only been since he submitted the documents? Why was he back so soon? Did he have more papers to submit?
“Come in.”
Of course, I told him to enter since it would be strange to send him away after he made the effort to come back. If he had returned, then he must have a good reason.
As soon as I gave permission, the Senior Manager carefully opened the door and stepped in. He was empty-handed, so there were no additional documents to submit.
He doesn’t seem troubled.
His calm expression also assured me that there wasn’t an emergency.
That was a relief. If something serious had happened, my communication crystal would’ve been lighting up before he even arrived.
“So, what’s the matter?”
I asked lightly since it didn’t seem urgent. I needed to hear him out and send him back quickly—he was probably busier than I was.
“You have a visitor, Executive Manager.”
“A visitor?”
I tilted my head, puzzled by the unexpected news. A visitor at the end of the year?
If someone went out of their way to visit me now, then they must be important enough to attend the New Year’s Ball. It was rare for someone like that to make early contact during the end of the year when it would be easier to meet later.
“Who is it?”
“It’s the 4th Manager.”
“Oh.”
I nodded in understanding. This was welcome news during the slow year-end.
The 4th Manager came on her own. It seemed that the efforts of the Masked Unit had paid off.
***This wasn’t how I wanted to learn about the unity within the 4th Division. When one person disappeared, another showed up, and by morning, a different face arrived compared to the day before.
“Oh, Captain! You’re up?”
The moment I stepped out of my room, the 2nd Team Manager greeted me as if he had been waiting.
“Good morning! Ah, the weather is just perfect today.”
He was talking about how nice the weather was even though a blizzard was raging outside.
It was dizzying. Every soldier I meet behaved this way ever since the Vice Captain claimed to represent the group’s consensus. Simple greetings were natural among comrades, but—
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