Jonas slept peacefully.
Not peacefully as in passing away, nor was he anywhere close to dying. He was simply a little physically tired, and his nerves had been somewhat overstimulated, so when he lay down on the bed, he actually fell asleep more easily than usual.
When he opened his eyes, Jonas felt the comfort of a well-rested mind and the satisfaction of a body that had had enough rest.
"I feel better today than I expected."
Jonas sat up and checked whether anyone had contacted him.
There were only a few messages, all work reports from Eiffel. Even a scumbag like Jonas felt a slight pang of conscience at the sight.
Thank you, Miss Eiffel, for working hard while I slack off, so I can slack off even more.
Even though he trusted Eiffel's competence, he still had to read the reports that needed reading. That was part of his job, too.
Eiffel's job was to handle and organize ninety percent of the matters, then send them to his communicator. His job was to read through all those neatly compiled reports.
Yes, thank you, Eiffel.
Anything that reached Eiffel was generally important and took considerable mental effort to deal with. Yet she had quietly finished it all, compiled it, and sent it to him. That alone proved how capable she was.
When it came to management, Jonas was willing to call her a must-have unit-the kind you couldn't even enjoy the game without.
After reading Eiffel's various reports and deciding there was nothing major to worry about, Jonas closed the work interface, only to discover another red notification dot on his communicator.
"I was going to give myself a day off to get some proper rest... though every day is practically a day off for a capitalist anyway."
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