Chapter 143.


    <strong>Chapter 143. An Assassin’s and Friend’s First Interview for a Job (3/8)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I at least agreed with her on not hiring her. But my reason for not wanting her hired was a selfish one. It had nothing to do with her as a person, but rather, I felt it’d get noisier with her aroundpared to Yuna. I’d be forced to expend my energy to talk more often throughout my shifts if Rosa was working with me. Yuna was nice because she handled all the small talk with customers and didn’t bother me very much.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us both enjoyed the quiet moments throughout our shift together. Those moments of silence weren’t awkward between the two of us, they felt very natural instead.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We were both experienced in this job, so we also had a certain degree of teamwork and trust in each other. Those sorts of things would need to be built up from scratch even if I was paired up with my two girlfriends. They would definitely make mistakes I’d have to cover for.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could only imagine what their first day of work would be like. It wouldn’t be tiring just for them, but me as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t want your girlfriend to be hired? Why not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s not the quiet type like you. The moments I enjoy the most at work are the quiet times we spend together. It’s very calming. It’s also reassuring having you manning the register and dealing with the customers so I don’t have to interact with them.” I answered truthfully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think… I also enjoyed those quiet times as well with you. At least… having you around was a lot better than having an annoying fly buzzing around and pestering me all day.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? How honest of you to say that with a straight face. Where did that icy tone of yours go? Did the ice woman’s heart suddenly melt?” I teased her a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut it. I was wrong, you’re worse than a buzzing fly. You’re a horse fly, those super big ones.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, those things actually scare me a little.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I was inside my washroom one time and I came across one. I entered a state of mortalbat, a fight to the death. It was me, or the flies'' life. Only one of us could leave that washroom alive. Whenever it got close to me, cold sweat would run down my back and all the hairs on my body would stand on end.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The small flies had never posed much of a threat to me before, but this one? No, this one was a whole other beast. This thing was a god among flies, one in its own ss. An opponent I could not underestimate. With my trusty flier in hand, I exchanged deadly blows shing at it fiercely like a true hardened warrior. Despite my nervousness every time it almost touched my arm, I always just narrowly dodged it by the breadth of a hair with borderline inhuman reflexes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As our conflict escted, the fly buzzed about more fiercely than ever before. I was growing tired, however, I knew the fly was simrly approaching its limit by its desperation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Eventually, the fly came to rest on the ceiling while it looked down upon me in a condescending fashion. I was being gravely underestimated. I took the opportunity to squat down low and call upon the forces of nature to spare me a bit of their strength. I crumpled the flier up into a ball then I jumped up with the apparition of nature behind me and squashed that disgusting fly on the ceiling.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When my feet returned to the Earth and the dust settled, a fly corpse fell down from the heavens in an overly dramatic fashion. The entire world froze in that instant as all small flies cried and mourned the death of their fly god as itnded… on my face.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I will never forget… the look of horror and dread on my face in the mirror as I was covered in the blood of my fallen adversary. I’d won the battle... but... at what cost?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I finished the recollection of my epic Yuna giggled and said, “That wasn’t bad for a story. Do you mind if I tantly giarize it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s your observation diary, this can be counted as just documenting what happened in your day. Your gloomy coworker told you a stupid story about his battle with the god of the flies. You’re free to recount whatever happens.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That is certainly true. I’m sure it will get some chuckles out of a few people.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The backroom door suddenly opened and the two of us looked over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the handsome guy I gave a bit of advice earlier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When he reached the counter he thanked me, “Thank you very much for what you told me before. It helped a lot during the interview. It went pretty well.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Is that so? Congrats. For a first interview that’s not too bad.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It really is all because of you. I definitely owe you one. I didn’t introduce myself before because I was so nervous before and forgot to. My name is Sil, if you ever see me and need a hand with something, please don’t hesitate to ask me. If I do somehow get hired here and you ever need someone to cover for you, ask me and I’lle flying right away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Uh, sure. You really don’t need to be so grateful. I didn’t tell you anything much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, your suggestion to confess was amazing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Confess?” Yuna repeated the out-of-ce word quizzically as she gave me a strange look.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was also a bit confused but I didn’t have the chance to ask as Sil spoke up when he suddenly remembered something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! I almost forgot. Ms. Morninglory asked me to request that you go to her office on my way out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ms. Morninglory? You mean the Owner?” Herst name was Morninglory whose origin was a flower that represents affection. Hmph! Affection my ass. Flowers are a lie. They’re obviously a conspiracy. As for her first name, it was Violet. I just never referred to her by it, nor did anyone else.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Do you all just call her the Owner?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pretty much. At some point, it became natural that everyone referred to her that way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. If I get hired, I should be more mindful of that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What would the Owner want with you? She’s in the middle of interviews, right? Could it be that she wants to fire you after that little stunt you pulled just now?” Yuna asked worriedly after Sil left the store.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… doubt it. Knowing her personality that is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s true… but should I go with you just in case and try to exin if it’s something bad?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Is little Yuna worried about me? I’m so touched I could cry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Forget it. I change my mind, please go get fired immediately. Go die while you’re at it, see if I care.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Right. Right. Please excuse me while I go and ck off. Work hard while I’m kicking back in the Owner’s office, Yuna.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up. I really hope she gives you hell now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I returned to the backroom and discovered that neither Rosa nor Alicia had entered her office yet. Did the Owner want to speak to me about something before their interview? What is she nning by calling me here when we intentionally keep our distance all the time?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two waved at me as I knocked on the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I opened the door and entered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When it closed behind me, the monster with violet hair opened her mouth and ordered, “Sit.”