Though it was hard to guess what Eileen was thinking, Jiang Han was the type to take her work seriously once she accepted it.
It was not that she was especially dedicated—she simply did not want anyone catching her slacking off, that was all. Efficiency was high-level slacking, a method that left even the boss unable to do anything about you. Naturally, it had to be within the bounds of the law.
While assembling a "projectile mortar" capable of firing fifty rounds in succession, Jiang Han caught hold of Priscilla.
She asked:
"I'm going to be on a show..."
"I'm shocked. How did something this good end up landing in your lap?"
Priscilla raised an eyebrow.
If even she said so...
Jiang Han was just about to put on a smug kitty face when she abruptly realized:
"How did you know?"
At that question, Priscilla puffed out her cheeks, pursed her lips, widened her eyes, and shrugged with an innocent expression.
"Mm, I'm merely a tiny little member of this company's management. Naturally, I wouldn't know the contents of a confidential project like this..."
Priscilla had an innate talent for becoming a witch affairs officer.
Jiang Han stared straight into her eyes, leaving her no room to evade.
"But you do know?"
"...I only know a little."
Priscilla slipped smoothly past the issue and countered with a question:
"What do you think of this show?"
This sort of counter-question was a classic tactic.
But witches fell for this kind of tactic, since most of them had a strong urge to express themselves.
Going along with the mood, Jiang Han did not press the matter or consider anything extra. She simply voiced what she thought:
"The pay and additional allowances are both pretty good, and there are spells to receive, plus