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As an Executive for the most powerful mafia group in the entire city, complete with a deeply-entrenched identity recognized by the government and the stock exchange, Chuuya is an extremely busy man. As such, he’s in need for someone trustworthy to be his assistant, in order to help keep him afloat all of the deadlines and responsibilities.
Gramps has done an excellent job of it over the past few years, but the man has already submitted his retirement, expressing a desire to not run his body to the ground as expected of a capitalist society. It’s rare to hear him express complaints, so Chuuya didn’t bother quibbling with him, immediately approving his resignation.
It’s not as if he’s a pampered spoiled brat or anything like that. He’s intimately familiar with the process of working hard and climbing up the career ladder. It’s not like he’s some headless chicken running around if he’s not flanked by an assistant.
Still, it’s another thing entirely to have to be the one to sift through the résumé and cover letters of applicants is… tedious, to say the least.
Especially since there are those with applications seemingly printed with gold, boasting top honors from elementary school all the way to university, graduating early with double degrees and honorary postgraduate degrees. If one simply looked at the academic records and on-paper accomplishments, Dazai Osamu is an impeccable candidate.
A genius, with a good-enough financial background means that he wouldn’t be easily bribed by Chuuya’s enemies. He seems capable enough, one who wouldn’t be out-of-place if tasked to accompany him on meeting with clients, both with the façade of Mori Corporation, and with the reality of Port Mafia.
That said…
A splitting headache, as he reminds himself that if he tears the papers apart, it’d be a pain to vacuum them.
Who the fuck says something like “I want to apply as your assistant so I can get an exorbitant salary, but I don’t plan on doing anything. If you insist on ordering me around, I’ll compile evidence against your company and send them to the public prosecutors”?!!!
Is that fucker trying to pick a fight with him? Does he want to be annihilated on the spot? Or is he someone working for the enemy, and is trying to smoke him out?
He grits his teeth, and decides to pay a visit to this bastard. If nothing else, he’s really itching to apply his fists on the bastard’s face!
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