Curacao: "..." Inozuka Saburo and the like were all irrelevant. As long as she could get rid of that annoying Uzo, she was willing to give him any fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh Saburo, as long as she had one.
More importantly... why was Uzo still hung up on that Irish subordinate?
He asked about it every few days. Even the Organization's debt collectors weren't this troublesome.
And he was asking the wrong person. This was not something she could decide. If it really were under her authority, she would have thrown Hashimoto Maya far, far away the instant she got him—as far from herself as possible—so Uzo would have no excuse to keep pestering her.
Every debt had its debtor. For a moment, Curacao truly wanted to just send him Rum's contact information.
...But Rum was, after all, the Organization's second-in-command. Doing that would be little different from betrayal. Curacao closed her eyes and painfully suppressed the rebellious thought.
Who knew that at that moment, her phone vibrated again. A new email had appeared in her mailbox—it was from Rum, asking exactly when she would return to Tokyo tomorrow. He had a new mission for her.
Curacao: "..." Why did you have to message me at a time like this too? Could you stop making things worse?
What she thought and what she could do were two different matters. Curacao first drew on all her patience and politely replied to Rum.
Then she sent Uzo another message: "Regarding Hashimoto Maya, I will ask my superiors for you. Please do not contact me until I receive a reply."
She quietly hinted that this matter was not under her control.
After replying to the two nuisances, Curacao tossed her phone aside and curled back under the blanket, hoping no one would