"Outrageous! Who exactly is the real factory director here, her or me? Who's the primary person in charge, her or me? Without my signature, she has no right to distribute goods on her own, does she? Believe it or not, I'll go find her right now?!" Gelo glared at the male secretary.
"I believe you, of course I do, Factory Director." The male secretary blinked. "Actually, I tried to stop her back then using the signature requirement as an excuse. But Vice Factory Director Nancy said that she'd signed your name and you wouldn't dare object, so... she ended up having the goods transported away..."
"I..." Gelo's mouth fell open, his eyes widening round as he took several deep breaths. The next moment, he slammed a fist down on the desk and strode toward the office door.
The male secretary froze for a moment before hurrying after him. "Factory Director, Factory Director, don't get worked up. Not many people heard Vice Factory Director Nancy say that back then, only a dozen or so. It's not that humiliating—just endure it and it'll pass. But if you go looking for her, you won't be able to outargue or outfight her. That'll be truly humiliating. Think it over calmly, really think it over... Huh, wait, Factory Director, this doesn't seem to be the way to Vice Factory Director Nancy's office... Hey, hey, Factory Director, where are you going? Wait for me..."
A moment later, Gelo's roar, mixed with grief, indignation, and reason, came from outside. "Where do you think I'm going?! Do you expect me to go fight that crazy woman who's already become a Level 3 Wizard? Of course I'm going to the production workshop to see whether the latest products from the assembly line can make up for the goods missing