The call came at noon, when I was processing direct mail that had also accumulated in my room.
"Mr. Matsumoto, shall I make you a little penny? I'll give you a 30th of your salary on retirement as a daily allowance, so help me... '
"Hey, I didn't get it -!
Tsuchiya!
Exactly when I gave the name, the corner stood, so I complained in my mind about the ex-synchronization that I told Cool that "even the section chief (bald cuckoo) would know that there was nothing I could do about Matsu coming".
Confusion seeps into Chief Hayakawa's voice, which I heard a long time ago over the phone, in my response to a sudden scream.
"Didn't you get it? What are you talking about?
"No, I don't mind if we talk about this one."
'Oh, yeah. So when can you come? Anything from now on......'
"No, I refuse,"
Why are we talking about this under the premise of going, you bird?
"Uh, why?
"I mean, what are you dividing by thirty all the time? At least divide it by 25 days of attendance."
'Wow, okay. I think I'll be out in twenty-fifth. So come right away today instead. This would be reciprocal, right?
I wonder what kind of van is installed in that bald head that makes it a reciprocal calculation. Isn't it packed with natto that looks like a bun?
I don't feel like going at all, but some parts of it helped that the section chief called me. I might get some information about the crisis in the company that Tsuchiya was saying.
"Mm-hmm. That's a troubling condition. Should I or should I not go..."
"How greedy! Don't you have the spirit of brother-in-law to stop suddenly wanting any more!?
He yelled at me.
But wow, some section chiefs are supposed to have me quitting on my own sometime. I wonder if Nato is threaded in my brain even though I don't have hair.
"Why are you putting me in help in the first place? Tsuchiya is physically fit, and Murasaki is about to learn to work. We'll have enough men."
'No, it's...'
I said, this is a flow you can push.
"Even though I don't know the company's situation or what I do, I gently say, 'I will!' Oh, my God, that's what an ungodly person says, isn't it?
'Uh-huh, right. Matsumoto, at the time you stopped, you know the big deal went up, right?
As a consideration for trafficking me.
"Yeah, I asked the president."
'That's it, hey. I was pinching the marketing company that I brought the story to, but the customer made a mistake that caused confusion. Our company is going to be flat on an impossible amount of work.'
"I see, that's tough"
I'm saying it's a mistake on the other side, but they'll just have received the president's big language spectacular as it is.
Apparently, it's roughly what I heard from the dirt house.
'Looks like the marketer that was in between is running around to adjust, but how far can that young sister rely on... But if we make it through here, my division's assessment is definitely climbing the eel! You've been taken care of for a year, too. That means you can repay me, right?
"Uh yes, so... a young woman's marketer?
I overheard the Chief's words butt, which I tried to overhear, with words that I could never ignore.
Marketer, a marketing expert who draws up sales strategies based on expertise or bridges sellers and buyers.
A young woman's marketer, in charge of a deal decided in exchange for my transfer.
That's no way.
"Oh, are you interested? It's tight, but it's quite beautiful. And huge...... '
"What's his name?
It can't be different. Ninety percent of the time, it would be "clams."
I couldn't help but hope that even if I knew that, it would be different. But the chief said my familiar name.
"I wonder if it was Mr. Saotome. That's right, Mr. Mio, the early maiden."
"Early Maiden Mio..."
"If you're in our house, you might get a chance to meet us, right? So hurry up, and if you can, come to work in an hour. '
"I refuse. The reason is because my name is Matsumoto, not Matsumoto. Bye."
"Uh, hey."
“Two, two, two."
"Phew..."
Cut the call and breathe heavily.
"Well, that's right."
I've had my predictions since I heard about Tsuchiya.
Trouble with the big deal I lifted right after I was gone. I can tell from a little thought that Mr. Mio is involved there.
"In the case you passed to pull me out, the president of the good offices company blew a lot, and because of that, Tsuchiya and Murasaki were in danger of losing their jobs."
Mr. Mio, if it's personal, it's a delicate place. Of course, contractually, you will have a duty responsibility, but if you're going to talk about who's wrong, President Sekigi is 90% ninety-nine percent bad.
"But Mr. Mio definitely cares"
I flew pasta juice to someone who went to dinner with me.
The conversation didn't thrive with the person I went shopping with.
That's all I regret and it's Mio who hugs the stuffed animal (fu) and cries.
I don't know how Mio sees Tsuchiya and Murasaki right now, if they're friends or if they know each other. But at least he should be favoring me.
Even so, no, that's why I must be feeling so responsible that I can't imagine. Even if this thing fits round, Mr. Mio will never try to engage with the two of us again.
Connected edges because of this, I'd like to avoid that if possible. But what should I do?
"What can I do? What's wrong with me now?"
That night.
Mio, who managed to get home just at 9: 00, was telling me what had happened at work while huffing the hemp lady tofu.
"Hey, the director of" Boncurry the Necromancer, "he was so happy when I said I watched it on the big screen of the projector."
"You two were worth a lot of work out there."
"Then now you lend me this movie..."
"'Your pancreas, eat from the bottom or from the side'?
"Probably, splatter......"
"Let's talk about this after dinner. Yes, yes, no."
"I will. Yeah, I will."
Mr. Mio doesn't touch anything about the company of the earthhouses. Mio also has a confidentiality obligation, so it's an important responsibility not to give out information about your business partners.
I don't know my real name, my company name, and I won't ask if I made you the director of the horror movie I was talking about. That's what I've been doing for granted.
"Let's change the subject. Speaking of which, Mr. Mio, what's wrong with you?
"Arre?"
"Look, here's a tour of the reunion."
"Ah...... Yeah, let's not do that."
"Because of this, I wish I could see your friend."
"Because I didn't even have such close friends..."
"Really? Then I'll post it in absentia"
"Yeah, thanks"
"So, uh... uh..."
…………
The conversation broke off.
"Erm..."
"Yeah......"
Subtle air flows to the table. Originally, I'm not as good at hiding things.
Even Mr. Mio does. I can keep a secret as a job, but this matter is also a private secret from me. The hiding must also be part of the communication and something that is not good for Mr. Mio.
But touching it from Mr. Mio is unacceptable in his position.
Then.
If you want to avoid a crumbling future.
"Mio, you seem a lot busy these days"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry? Let me wait every day."
"No, because this is what I do. But why are you so busy all of a sudden?
"Maybe I can't say that because, uh, it's about the company..."
Response as expected.
I took a small, deep breath.
"Did you pull me out?"