So I really shouldn't say things carelessly. Was that what they called a prophecy fulfilled by a single remark?
The sudden change was all too familiar.
The moment he realized what was happening, Fu Qian couldn't help reflecting.
The situation was simple enough. After completing his first task of the week, he'd waited and waited, but the Warehouse's administrator still hadn't returned to work.
So, with only a few days left and perfect attendance required, they'd simply dragged him in to work.
And it looked like a big job, too.
1-008. It was hard to say whether this was a response to his lackadaisical attitude.
It made perfect sense. Fu Qian had no complaints.
If the Warehouse did nothing even in a situation like this, then he'd have come all this way for nothing—at least half of it.
That was right. The main reason he'd come all this way was, of course, to bring the hard-working Pontiff here for tea.
But Fu Qian had never forgotten the other significance of this place: it had once been his mailing address.
So far this week, he'd completed only one task, aboard a vehicle during his commute. Judging by the time, it was about due.
That left Fu Qian rather curious. Would the Warehouse force another assignment on him, just like the anonymous letter he'd mentioned earlier?
Thinking about it now, that really was an interesting approach.
So, while drinking tea, Fu Qian had been looking forward to seeing whether Mrs. Harper might produce another letter in some special way.
As it turned out, the Warehouse really hadn't disappointed him. Even while he was inside a picture within a picture, the work notice had still reached him—and the method of delivery was even more forceful.
The previous letter had arrived in a tactful