Whoever Loves This Crappy Job Can Do It!

"I asked so many shops, and none of them had any information at all. How the hell did this guy issue so many receipts?!"

Yumi Miyamoto was extremely dissatisfied about having to work overtime. She looked exactly like a bitter office drone who had been dragged up from a lazy life of doing nothing and forced back into work.

She was just an ordinary Traffic Division police officer collecting a dead salary. Writing tickets, enjoying the air conditioning, and driving around on patrol was one thing, but why did she have to do Criminal Division work like investigating a victim's identity?

She had worked overtime for an entire day without even a chance to slack off. Worst of all, there was no overtime pay...

Damn it!

Whoever loved this job could do it. She sure as hell didn't want to!

Fujino watched the older office worker complain and gave an awkward laugh. "Well, it's work, after all. Calm down, Yumi. Have a drink. Even if you don't consider anything else, think about your salary."

"Don't bring that up!"

Hearing about her salary only made Yumi Miyamoto angrier. Her brow twitched as she said more heatedly, "I got a complaint last month, and those old geezers in the Traffic Division straight-up docked my attendance and performance bonuses..."

Fujino was instantly speechless.

So Sato Miwako and Yumi Miyamoto really were born to be best friends.

Every single one of them was a natural enemy of work.

Uh... at least Sato only had to work overtime. Her pay did not get deducted.

But come to think of it, had he, as a consultant, ever received a salary even once?

That thought stirred up Fujino's emotions too. He slapped the table and echoed, "Yumi, you're right! Whoever loves this crappy job can do it.