Dawn, the next morning.
"Right!
Sleeping.
The time displayed on the smartphone that kept sounding the alarm while forgetting to charge and weakened to 8% battery level is 10: 24 AM. The start of the business is at nine o'clock, so it's definitely late.
The incoming history is lined up with the names of Chief Hayakawa, who still doesn't even remember my last name.
You think it's your job to be angry, or you're an exemplary black boss who pushes people home on time after you keep yelling from start to finish.
Because of its appearance and egg spanking habits, the department has the scientific name 'bald cuckoo'.
I tapped on a screen with such bald cuckoo names lined up, and I turned down the volume of my reception to a critical point and hit my ear.
After about ten calls - by the way, my men tell me that the guy who doesn't answer with a single call is the trash of society - an electronic noise rang indicating the start of the call.
"I'm sorry, Chief. I'm going to work right now, so I'm going to use a cab for an hour, no, I'm going to use my tummy, so give me 30 minutes."
"Oh, Matsumoto. You don't have to come anymore."
It gets dark in front of me when I get stuck in an answer that blocks my words.
You don't have to come anymore.
There is only one indication of that word in Japan.
"Or don't come. I have a family, too. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever again
...... yeah?
Something's wrong. Sounds like you must be fired, but it's so urgent that the section chief's voice is unlikely. If I were to paraphrase it, it's like someone who was attacked by abdominal pain on a full train.
"Uh, Chief, what's that?"
"Let me explain it to you"
The voice of the telephone mouth changed. This vain, majestic, wild voice sounds familiar.
"... the president?
"Uhm."
Every morning, I knew right away because they were listening to me on tape talking about my appreciation for labor. President Kogi, CEO of my company. He is the bearer of the argument that tape conveys the mind better than CD.
"Why the president?"
"I was going to leave it to Hayakawa, but I ran into the bathroom with my stomach."
Did it really hurt?
I go into it in my heart, but I don't care how the chief is feeling right now.
"So what happened to me?
"You were right about Hayakawa. You were headhunted and transferred there today."
He said he did.
Where did he go?
"Um, I'm not sure what you mean."
"Don't worry, I don't know what it is either. The only thing I'm sure of is that, as a consideration for you, a big deal has been made since the beginning of our company. Thank you, Matsumoto."
Trafficking in human beings. Slave trade. Personal confession.
Those words are circling my head.
"So, what's my new place of work?"
"That should be contacted by the other side. So you are no longer an employee of our company. Please stay away from our company's radius of five kilometers because it is difficult for people to think that we are untrained. Goodbye, Matsumoto. I'll never forget you."
"What, that president? President!? Hey, what are you talking about, Bohei-head!
I'll try to talk to the off call smartphone on the one hand, but the only thing I'll come back with is an electronic sound that warns me I have 5% of the charge left.
"How many times have I told you my name is Matsumoto, not Matsumoto..."
I won't forget. If I don't remember before, I won't take care of you. He was calling me by my name correctly, and I think he was about a junior.
Somehow I lost my strength from all over my body, and I slipped to the wall.
"There's only one reason why this happened."
I am reminded of yesterday's conversation with my neighbor. I was wondering if the joke rolled out in the late-night tension or whatever that was itself a dream.
but the bars rolled on the floor that it was an undisputed reality and the ringing intercom sounds were telling.
"Good Morning"
"Yeah good morning...... I knew it was the premature maiden!?
"I told you, there's nothing to worry about."
Early Maiden smiles invincibly when she hits and changes from yesterday and dresses in a bishy suit. Apparently this is the premature maiden in work mode.
"Are you serious about hiring me?"
"That's what I said yesterday. Of course, employment contracts are properly concluded. My company will take care of all the affairs."
Early Maiden said with a bit of a doya face that she had drunk that kind of demand as part of her benefits to herself.
"I don't even feel angry anymore..."
"So let's just take one shot. Oh, please call me Mio about me. I'm Mio, the premature maiden."
Dragged out of the house, to the early maiden house next door.
I let myself in on purpose and then shut the door once, and the footsteps of the early maiden approaching, who came down in the elevator to the bottom and up again to detect it by sound.
"I'm home, Mr. Matsumoto!
"... Welcome back, Mr. Mio"
Thus, I made my career change in just seven hours.
Transfer destination, Mr. Early Maiden Mio.
Business description, saying "welcome back" to Mio when he returns.
A decent contract intervening employment with a monthly compensation of 300,000 yen. Besides, the workplace is next to home.
I have nothing to say just by writing, it's a job to be around. If there's just one thing I have to say.
"My name is Matsumoto!
This is such a story with me and my sister next door, Mio.