A normal person could never understand just how unbearable obsessive-compulsive disorder was. It was so unbearable that many things had to be done exactly as they wanted before they could feel at ease.
There had once been a case of an obsessive-compulsive person committing murder. An elevator operator often saw an employee who was late wearing his buttons incorrectly, and eventually, he could not stand it anymore and killed him.
The Art Teacher was not obsessive-compulsive, nor was she that elevator operator, so she would never understand why Fern could notice that she had merely rummaged through an unmarked safe.
She had even memorized the overall layout before touching it. That was an ability every Senior Agent had to master.
Even so, she had still been discovered.
Because the way she had restored the contents inside the safe made Fern feel uneasy.
If he felt uneasy, it meant someone other than him had moved something.
Only three people in the company could enter and leave his office.
One was him, one was the Deputy General Manager, and one was the Art Teacher.
The Deputy General Manager was in league with the Green Brothers. If he and Noel went down, the Deputy General Manager would not escape that fate either, so it could not have been him.
Then there was only one truth! The Art Teacher said nothing, merely gazing quietly at the cool morning light outside the car.
Fern did not continue questioning her either. He quietly drove home.
The two of them got out of the car as they always did and returned to the living room.
The Art Teacher sat cross-legged on the sofa and turned on the television.
The television was playing a looped recording of last year's World God of Gamblers Competition, occasionally interrupted by escort