"Hold Hashimoto Maya for a while. Once the Airplane Incident blows over, go to HR and assign him to Uzo?"
Curacao froze as she reviewed the new instructions she had just received.
...Besides her, Uzo had actually approached someone else—and succeeded.
Curacao: "..." Come to think of it, Uzo was far too efficient. He had only contacted her recently; it had not even been forty-eight hours yet. Normally, shouldn't he have waited a few days before seeking another route if he got no reply?
She was somewhat surprised by Uzo's actions, but at the same time, Curacao understood that Rum's plan of taming his subordinates by cracking the whip and then offering a treat—not giving them everything they wanted—had ended hastily before it could even begin.
Curacao: "..." She wondered how her superior would react after hearing this. In any case, whether he accepted it graciously or secretly got angry, she hoped he would not drag her into it again.
Besides, was Uzo's move subtly expressing dissatisfaction with her efficiency? Or had he learned how perfunctory she had been regarding the reassignment of Irish's confidant? Could Uzo have already marked this down against her?
Curacao sighed softly.
She was not afraid of work that offended people on both sides, but she did find it extremely troublesome. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she suddenly noticed another assignment below.
She continued scrolling through the email, then froze when she saw the rest. "The assassination of the councilman has been postponed until Saturday night?"
"Isn't that a bit late? Oh well. There are ways to kill slowly too. With more time, my plan can be more thorough."
As an obedient and useful executive, Curacao had long grown accustomed to handling every sort of reasonable or unreasonable demand. Her mood barely shifted as