Then the young man from the Security Bureau sadly explained that although he was a civil servant with a stable job, he still had thirty years left on both his mortgage and student loans. The Alliance's civil service system was currently undergoing reforms, too. If he didn't perform well, he could be kicked out of the civil service and into a contractor company—which was basically the same as being unemployed. Then he'd lose his government housing, his children would lose their eligibility to attend civil servant schools, and he wouldn't even get free bus passes anymore.
When that happened, needless to say, the commercial apartment he still owed money on would definitely be repossessed, and he'd have to take his mother and live on the streets.
Now that he'd finally gotten such a good opportunity to curry favor with an important figure, how could he possibly pass it up?
His words nearly brought Quifei the Starfish and the Kaldar goblin beside him to tears. They weren't even human; it had taken all their technical skills just to scrape by on Nefei. They were still only temporary workers at the Security Bureau, earning less than the old gatekeepers with permanent positions—and they didn't have much in the way of labor protections or benefits, either.
If they couldn't get permanent positions, they no longer expected to be transferred out into society at thirty-five. They'd count themselves lucky if they didn't die from overwork.
The Security Bureau's earnest young man wiped away his tears and said that the captain and deputy captain were psychics, so they surely couldn't understand the suffering of ordinary people like them.
The middle-aged man serving as captain, a mercenary, and the young woman serving as deputy captain, an inspector, exchanged glances. Then they sighed ruefully. Wasn't everyone's life