Charlotte put these old colleagues out of his mind. His chances of crossing paths with them would only grow fewer and fewer.
A few months ago, he had merely been a First-Class Clerk, desperately waiting for a promotion. But now he was a Twenty-Eighth Rank Second-Class Administrator Chief, a position these people would likely never attain in their lifetimes.
Although clerks had a chance at promotion every three years, all sorts of things could always interrupt it. In particular, crossing from clerk to Chief Clerk was exceedingly difficult. These former colleagues would have to work painstakingly for over twenty years just to have a chance of becoming First-Rank Chief Clerks.
Only a tiny handful of elites could become Second-Rank or Third-Rank Chief Clerks before retirement. Any higher position required luck.
As everyone knew, people from ordinary families generally had poor luck in official circles.
Charlotte had received his identity documents, and he still had several options.
Naturally, the most dutiful choice would have been to go to Embassy Street. Not only were other nations' embassies located there, but officials dispatched abroad by the Empire of Fars also received "training" there, with food and lodging provided free of charge.
Charlotte decisively chose the most comfortable option. He had Madam Nancy drive the carriage to Gorgia University so he could continue his date with Anne.
This time, he arrived relatively early and had to wait a little before Anne finished class. Charlotte had originally planned to suggest having coffee first, then dinner, followed by some entertainment afterward. But Anne softly said, "Let's go to your residence?"
Charlotte was about to tell Madam Nancy to head for Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58 when Anne beat him to it. "Madam Nancy, Baker Street 221B!"
Charlotte was slightly surprised. Anne gave him a sweet smile and