"Based on my experience, when a factory manager like that takes forever to show his face, and he's the kind of stubborn-tempered guy who's clashed with plenty of people, there's an eighty percent chance he's already a corpse by now."
Hashimoto Maya muttered inwardly, "As long as they're Uzo's subordinates, it shouldn't be hard for them to think of this point, right?"
But now, this President Yamazaki in front of him seemed genuinely anxious, as if she really were waiting for that factory manager to think it over and give everyone a satisfying answer.
"Could it be acting?" He was wary at first, then immediately after felt that was wrong: in that other case a few days ago, this female president's acting had been absolutely terrible. There was no reason she would suddenly transform into a powerhouse film queen after only two or three days.
"If she isn't acting, then she really hasn't considered that the factory manager is already dead. In that case, is she actually my colleague or not?"
Hashimoto Maya wavered back and forth. He kept feeling that this female president had some malice on her, yet at the same time, there was a bit of clarity and foolishness to her, and her experience was especially lacking.
"Could she be a subordinate who was just transferred over and hasn't adapted to Lord Uzo's way of doing things yet?"
After all, Hashimoto Maya had once been Irish's confidant, and he also knew that under these cadres, personnel were not fixed and unchanging.
On the contrary, depending on how they were used, peripheral members sometimes suffered quite a high attrition rate. And when people were lost, they naturally had to be replenished. As an old hand, Hashimoto Maya had seen all kinds of newcomers, and among them there was