The two artsy types had no idea what they were chattering about. Hashimoto Maya had only let his mind wander for a moment, and he could no longer understand the conversation drifting down from above.
He only heard his boss's voice faintly drifting down from the second floor: "This is the island of the dead. Those who remain here are all ghosts after death. There are actually many things we can still do."
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Ghosts? Am I one too??
He secretly pinched his thigh, and the pain nearly made him hiss aloud. Then he shielded his phone from the light and checked his own information. Mm, he was indeed still alive and had not been marked deceased in the file.
"I can't join this conversation..."
With that thought, Hashimoto Maya looked back. After making sure there were no wooden planks, plastic sheets, leaves, or anything else underfoot that would creak when stepped on, he lifted his foot and quietly retraced his steps out.
...It seemed he was not needed here.
Come to think of it, what was up with that violin player?! He had clearly picked the guy to be a one-time actor, so why did he now look like he was about to become a colleague? And an overachiever-type colleague at that!
He had not even dealt with the old colleagues yet, and new ones were sprouting up crop after crop... Just how much did Lord Uzo enjoy recruiting people?
Feeling the heavy pressure on his back, a Theater mover sank into thought.
After thinking for a while, Hashimoto Maya returned to the office and silently threw himself into work: overachieve!
At this point, all he could do was give it everything he had and set up the next stage. Fortunately, he had a newly delivered company