Mariel got up and put her ass on Paul's face again.
"You sat here, and you were made ill, too?
"... no, I'm fine. Kind of."
Not sure how he answered, Paul clouds his words. Yesterday I dealt with him as a full editor, but the next day he fired me, he kicked me out with force, etc., hard to say. In the radiant eyes of the girl who aspires to be a writer, she wanted to remain a fine adult.
I can't even lie...
"What's the big deal?
"No, well... well, you're out again, aren't you? That's all I said yesterday."
Paul, who was finally saying it, realized he had something to say first. Yes, the girl in front of me is not Ichii's daughter. He's a lot plain and a little strange, but he's a pretty noble princess. I shouldn't have gone to see him on the side of the road.
"If it's about pruning or hiccups, what if they kidnap you? It's like telling me to go after a kid like this if he's walking alone. Don't let a boxed princess lick the world."
Suddenly she scolded me and Mariel shrugged her neck. Shake your head diligently a few steps away.
"Chi, no. I didn't get out today, I told my family properly and came out...... or I'm not alone!
Turn around and look back at someone. If Paul had also turned his eyes, a little older than Mariel would have refrained. Undecorative dresses are much more elegant than Mariel's, and yet he holds up an undisputed superior bag in his hand. Tie the black hair together and make sure it was neat. It looked like the woman with the clothes. The bag would belong to Mariel.
About the second half of a teenager, his face looking at the two in a frightened manner looks serious, and the blush floating over his nose is adorable. Mariel rushed over to her side and hugged her in the arm.
"It's Natalie!
"... you're Natalie for me. Well, I'm glad you're not alone... with two girls. Then you can't be relieved."
Paul puts his hands on his hips and exhales. Fifteen or the girls there - they look young, but only yesterday I heard that Mariel was going to be fifteen next month - even if they were standing together, it wouldn't mean anything to them to be security.
"It's okay! Because there are other grandfathers, spirits and horses! I'm here to buy you a celebration of your social debut. My grandfather will be able to help me at last, so I was just taking a walk around the waiting area."
"Don't count the horses. So the two of us walk first."
"Because it's so bright. It's a commercial district around here, and it's not particularly insecure, is it?
"Yes, but come on"
"Lady."
Sighing Natalie broke into two arguments.
"If you want to talk, why don't you just calm down somewhere?"
"Oh, yeah... but maybe it's time for your grandfather to leave"
Say it. Mariel turned around at the publisher's building where Paul was evicted. Apparently, her people happened to be in the same place. A noble grandfather would still be noble, so I guess it's not like he's in the same business.
"Is Mr. Satti coming back to the office?
An innocent question pierces my chest. Paul dropped his eyes at his feet once, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.
"No, I'm not this employee anymore."
"Yes?"
"I just got fired. So you can't go in there anymore."
Mariel blinks her eyes and looks at Natalie. We both reacted that we weren't sure.
"Natalie, what does it mean to be necked? Do you even get a head or a butt?
"I won't. Fire means dismissal. That person - Mr. Satti, is it? You said you were fired from the company."
Paul weakens in his distracted interactions. Oh, I'm starting to freak out if I can get through to a noble princess. I finally get a grin on my youthful face. It didn't turn out to be sunny, but thanks to Mariel, the feeling I was getting depressed at the bottom had been saved a lot.
Contrary to Paul, who growls and laughs at his throat, Mariel now has a more serious face.
"A dismissal is, like, why?
"Uh, I don't know... well, you mean I didn't fit the policy here"
"Is that the story you were saying yesterday? I don't recognize women..."
"Sort of. Besides, I defied him head-on, so I don't know what else to do."
"But so suddenly"
"Ma'am, so don't stand around on the side of the road and let's move somewhere."
The three of us solidify and go past the side of the mess, with passers-by trying to get in the way. Further behind opened the publisher's door. The old gentleman, who had been politely sent out by the presidents, caught his eye on the three who spoke in the immediate vicinity and frowned whitened.
"Mariel, what are you doing?
Pikun and Mariel's back grow on a harsh voice. Mariel turned around with a smile on her face.
"Grandfather, how can I help you?
"Oh. And the man?
Paul was humbled and wandered off. Did they think I was doing evil to my granddaughter? He has a stick in his hand but doesn't have to rely on it to walk, he just carries it as a gentleman's belongings. He was tall, had a decent posture, and seemed to be powerful.
A familiar employee stared at Paul behind him as he walked this way. The president instructs his people by the side. Did you order me to get rid of him? I noticed not only Paul but Mariel even though a few of them were coming out, and I went back to Paul to take my arm.
"I'm your friend. I happened to meet you and say hello. Hey, Grandfather, I'd like to talk to this guy for a minute, if you don't mind walking into some store?
I know you covered for me, but Paul sweated cold, wondering if it would be any worse. Obviously, his gaze is getting tighter. In him Paul seems to have been changed from a passing uncomfortable to his granddaughter's (not so good) boyfriend.
Blurry in my heart to see if I can get my hands on such a child. Paul bowed his head and said hello, as he had once done.
"Uh, hi, I'm Paul Satti... I just had a little acquaintance with your daughter"
"You're the one who was making a scene in there earlier. They explained that they were complaining readers."
He turns around once and stops the legs of the guys he was trying to get close to.
"Oh, I can't believe you're a reader. Mr. Satti is a wonderful employee of Dezier Publishing!
"No, it's already 'ex'. Did you just look at it? Don't worry, your daughter has nothing to do with it. I really just happened to meet him here."
Hold on to the angry Mariel, Paul explains. Anyway, I guess I'm worried about that because my granddaughter isn't caught up in something else, so the rest of the story is behind me.
"I'm going now. So..."
"Wait, Mr. Satti, we're still in the middle of a conversation"
I grab Paul's jacket, which I tried to leave early enough, and Mariel pulls over. Undressed, one sleeve nearly fell off, and Paul pulled his jacket.
"It's none of your business. I don't care anymore."
"I don't think it matters. You didn't forget what you promised yesterday, did you?
"Whether I'm an employee or fired, I won't have a problem with that. It's not your day yet."
"It's an issue that's going to affect my future. Not to be missed."
"Just read and criticize for now, I didn't even promise to publish it."
"Still, I grabbed it (once). I have trouble getting crushed and shattered and blown away."
"Don't blow it! I didn't say that much."
"Which one of you looked like you were about to blow up to see?"
"Was it that bad!?"
"Yep, like a Namekuji already salted!
"You won't fly Namekuji! What did you do? Oh, my God, you poor thing!
"It was your brother who did it! Because he's a pest eating flowers he cares about!
"So!
Between the two of us talking, Natalie's voice cracks open again. When the two shut up in shock, Natalie coughed up and told the old gentleman.
"I was just talking to him somewhere to talk calmly."
The old gentleman nods, teasing his granddaughter a little.
"Mariel, ladies are loud and noisy."
"... sorry"
Honestly, Mariel snorts. The flirty lady seems to be scared of her harsh grandfather, too.
I thought you were leaving with your grandson as it was, and the old gentleman joined the story.
"Is it a place where we can talk calmly? Do you have any idea?
Asked Paul was puzzled.
"If it's a destination cafe, it's nearby..."
"Good, take me there."
Ordered as a matter of course, Paul stuck with his heart wondering if it was okay. I don't know for a good man, he wouldn't be the right man to get involved with his granddaughter, wouldn't he try to get rid of him? It is an occasion in which even a wild dog would look at his face as if he were a nobleman, but there was no colour of contempt in the eyes of the harsh but old gentleman. The body of an unusual lady is still unusual.
Something bothered me to say again, and Paul headed back to the cafe where he took Mariel yesterday. I find myself dressed up losing to the pushy, but also feeling relieved somewhere. Maybe he wanted someone to ask him about every single thing he could do that hit him suddenly. I don't expect to be saved by that, but I was too scissored to be depressed by myself.
Mariel's grandfather named hercule bido. Paul immediately remembers the name. Baron Bideau, president of Saint-Terre National University. I wasn't involved at work because of the different departments, but I knew I was publishing several of his books at that publisher.
He seems to have a low status as a nobleman, but he is a respected figure as a personable person. As its reputation suggests, he listened seriously to Paul and didn't make fun of the boring mess between ordinary people.
"I see you were kicked out for defying company policy."
"Yes."
Paul drinks up the coffee left at the bottom of the cup. It was getting completely cold and bad while I was talking. Stop the clerk and ask for a replacement.
"At a time when the editor hated me, that's how much I should have expected. I feel sorry for my sweetness."
"But it's not much to kick me out that way. Whatever it takes, it's too spicy."
Mariel with the cake in front of her swoops her cheeks. Natalie subtly lowered her hand holding the fork.
"If I wasn't a real useless person with worse grades, I guess the editor-in-chief would have severed his neck with dignity too. You can't, so you must have hit a play like that."
"I assume that means Mr. Satti is not the one who should be fired, is he? Isn't it the editor-in-chief who's bad?"
"No, I just want to kick me out. It was just unpleasant for each other, nothing good."
"But..."
The baron raises his hand and shuts Mariel up.
"Indeed, that would be one of the reasons. But isn't that all you realize? I've heard so much about it, but I don't feel aware of it."
"... what do you mean?
Paul frowns wondering if there are other reasons. The baron grinned bitterly as he saw a poorly made student.
"You were the best grader in the department. That's an objective fact, isn't it?
"Ha."
"And there were many writers who wanted you to be in charge. That's true, too."
"Yeah, well... that's just what happened, I'm not really in charge"
I've taken on writers thrown out by other editors a few times. Because it sold, other writers who heard the whispers wanted Paul.
Explained, the baron laughed even more.
"Wonder why you don't notice there. You don't feel jealous of other people, so you don't understand."
"No, that's not..."
I wonder what to say. Even Paul is so jealous and jealous of others. I just didn't think I had that kind of eye on me. The editor-in-chief always yells at me, treats my proposed plan like garbage, and I can't praise him no matter how well he does. So much so that I wonder where the jealous element is.
He took on an unsold writer because he was just pushed by the editor's harassment. The other editors laughed and watched. I just wanted to give it back and struggle with the feeling that it was really supposed to sell.
"You're a better grader than yourself for being a problem kid who just collided with your boss. I couldn't sell it when I was in charge. When the writer replaced you, I could sell it. Even the other writers want you. I ask you to replace me with something I don't need who I am currently in charge of. [M] You must be angry. Don't you see?
"It's..."
"It's a simple story. You were all blind. [M] You were so angry and jealous that we had excellent results in ways we didn't understand."
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The point is simple and clear, and there is no room for doubt. I had no choice but to convince myself why Paul was hated.
Paul is not an idiot either, I was guessing there was that kind of air. But I thought that work was a job that I cut off from work and worked with people I didn't care about. I was wondering if I should get excited and overtake if I was angry losing with my grades... Was that an arrogant idea?
"Regardless, it's decided badly on the side of trying to kick you out for that reason. But people's emotions are not cleaned up with all the right arguments. The bluntness you didn't notice there is your loss."
"Right......"
Paul laughed powerlessly and carried the hot coffee the clerk brought to his mouth. The anger that was simmering my stomach was much smaller. My dissatisfaction with the irrational treatment has not disappeared, but I am also equivalent to not realizing that I was stroking the nerves around me so much that this happened. After all, it was only natural to be kicked out.
"If you think Mr. Satti is jealous, you should have asked him how he could sell it"
I laugh bitterly at Mariel's words, too. Exactly, but it's hard for adults. Everyone has something nasty inside, meaning and self-esteem.
"If Mr. Satti says he's doing things differently than he is, and he's doing better there, you can imitate him. I wonder why we would conclude that we would eliminate Mr. Satti if we all just had to share a better way. I don't understand."
"You can't write stories that impress people if you don't understand it there. Humans also have the wrong or twisted minds. It's nothing special, not in anyone."
I can't blame you all around. Paul was being mean at Paul. I knew at last that it was incompatible with the company's policies, but I was just defiant in trying to get them to admit it. The book made the internal air worse, even if it sold, and I pulled my leg.
"You can tell the president from me to reconsider your treatment."
Even to the Baron's thankful words, that's why Paul shakes his head.
"No, because... I've had enough of getting fired. Well, I want you to give me back what I've left at my desk and, if possible, a little bit of retirement money...... more important than that is no longer the manuscript. I just want that back. It's not my personal belongings, it's my possessions, so you can't just back off with them stolen."
Paul grips the hand he puts on the table. You can give up everything else. Paul, if it's a personal problem, you can swallow irrational too. Except for the manuscript. Because it belongs to the writer, and Paul just kept it. They stole it on their own, gave it up on their own, and they couldn't forget it on their own.
"You want me to ask the president to back you up?
"... No, you won't be able to say it"
The editor can't possibly admit that he stole the manuscript, etc. I'm determined to insist it's Paul's fault. And there was nothing to support his offense, and the more noise he made, the more it was visible to Paul to his disadvantage.
"Where did you throw it..."
Paul elbowed to the table and held his head. If Paul took it out of his desk yesterday after he left the office and threw it away, is the incinerator in the back the most likely one? The cleaning lady burns the garbage around noon, so I might be able to make it now. Mariel spoke unexpectedly and calmly when she raised her face that she could not stand idly by and had to go back immediately.
"Didn't you just throw it away?
"Huh?"
In the brown eyes in the glasses lived the light of adult reason that was not suitable for a young face.
"It's an outsider's imagination, but what would Mr. Satti think as an editor? It's a manuscript, right? Even those who don't like bringing it, the manuscript itself will be worth the merchandise. Is it that easy to throw away?
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"Satti did a good job, which means Satti's manuscript is likely to sell, right? The editor should naturally know. Will I have to throw away the manuscript in my hand even though I know it will make money? If you throw away what you can sell, doesn't it also involve the editor's grades?
Paul puts his hand on his chin and thinks. Mariel's allegations were targeted. It makes sense.
"That's true too...... how can you publish it like nothing happened......"
"Well, it's going to be about where the manuscript came from. But if it means it's another manuscript written by another writer, isn't it a problem?
"No, it must be huge, then it's stealing..."
Say it. Paul cuts the words. I thought of a tremendous possibility and was changing my complexion.
It's a theft. Yes, it's rarely a theft - but it's not an impossible story.
Why don't you just put a few hands on it, change the name that comes out, etc., and insist that it's similar but another piece? Of course, the author who wrote the original work can tell right away. But I just sued him for theft, and how do I prove it? If it's claimed to be an argument, like when you kicked Paul out, there's nothing you can do.
I just wanted to say that I don't imitate anything so inferior, but now Paul is dressed in wet clothes. Were you thrown out? How can you believe their conscience?
"If the editor were to hand over the manuscript, who do you think it was?
Mariel carefully asks Paul, who thinks with a rugged face. It didn't take long for the answer to return. One man came to Paul's head.
It's Bliss.
Little fat, editor in the next seat. Contrary to Paul, he is liked for not sifting grades well but taking editor-in-chief's lead. Yes, it was also the writer he was watching who said he wanted me to change charge. Sometimes it was argued that I shouldn't because I push what I want writers to write in disregard of their personalities and hopes. He wouldn't even be beating the editor in terms of hating Paul. There was a good chance those two were hand in hand.
Mariel smiles at Paul with her gaze back. The girl declared, letting her curiosity as it was young and her insulting wit live with her.
"Well, let's hit that person first"