The New World.
A certain stretch of sea.
Gold City!
The top floors of the Gaia Building.
The office.
Betty was hard at work, dressed in silk pajamas, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders. White-rimmed glasses perched on her upturned nose, giving her the prim air of a scholar.
"Phew~"
After finishing a stack of documents, Betty stretched.
Just then, the office door opened, and her secretary-general walked in wearing a uniform and carrying a cup of hot coffee.
She also brought a fresh document.
The secretarial team had already reviewed both; all that remained was for Betty to sign.
"Lady Betty."
"Put them here!"
Betty rubbed her forehead, picked up the coffee, and took a sip. She looked a little worn out.
"Any word from those two idiots, Stussy and Baccarat?"
"Nothing from Lady Stussy yet. Lady Baccarat is preparing for another concert, so she probably won't be back anytime soon."
The secretary-general remained expressionless, a model of professionalism.
"Hmph~"
"Tell that idiot Baccarat that if she's still not back at work next month, she can go die!"
"Yes!"
"Any new news about the Blackbeard Pirates?"
Betty set down her coffee and opened the document.
That idiot of a boss hadn't been back in three years, either. According to Stussy, the fool had gone looking for trouble and joined the Blackbeard Pirates as a hired hand.
Who knew what he'd been thinking?
He'd given up being the head of the Richest Group to change identities and work for someone else.
And he'd even claimed it was to hone his acting skills.
Worst of all, he'd chosen an utterly ridiculous name: "Ultraman Tiga." It was obvious at a glance that he was some muscle-bound idiot with no brains.
He really had too much time on his hands.
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