Hashimoto Maya was truly sick of these bastard colleagues who bore him no small amount of hostility. But thinking of Uzo's terrifying Bottom-Ranking Elimination System, their motive for competing against him was not entirely incomprehensible.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Even so, why did they keep picking on him, the newcomer? He merely did not want to stir up trouble. Did they really take him for a pushover?
Across from him.
Amuro Tooru did not see him as a pushover, but clearly, this subordinate who had been transferred from Irish to Uzo was an important source of intelligence that any undercover agent would covet.
With someone like that right in front of him, it was only natural to want to squeeze some information out of him. Besides, Amuro Tooru had received news from the Police Station today—the little FBI boss had been invited in for some drinking tea over illegal gun possession, and the person who had reported him was, unexpectedly, Hashimoto Maya.
An evil organization member had actually sent an FBI agent into the Police Station. Absurd as it was, those who knew the inside story found it utterly baffling. After thinking it over, Amuro Tooru decided he had to probe Hashimoto Maya for information. As luck would have it, the man had checked into the hotel where he was working part-time, so Amuro Tooru promptly headed upstairs.
Now that they were face-to-face, Amuro Tooru chuckled and quickly found an opening. "Come to think of it, I recall that you've already joined my Detective Agency. That makes you my subordinate, more or less. You've been skipping work every day lately, yet I've still been paying you as usual. Since you're taking my salary, shouldn't you be submitting regular work reports?"
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Your Detective Agency? Hah. I ran myself ragged