Although several employees had pinned him to the floor, the team leader clearly refused to give in. He struggled and shouted:
"Let me go! Let me go! M-Martin! I'll remember this, you bastard! Just you wait! Once I get free, I'll tell Director Topaz what you've done! You're interfering with our work!"
Perhaps realizing that Martin would never tell anyone to release him, the team leader did a complete about-face after being knocked down.
Standing nearby, Martin pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling rather helpless.
Since Argenti had brought him back to the company, his position had risen considerably thanks to that Knight of Beauty and Jiang Yu. Yet he suddenly discovered that he was even more exhausted than when he had been a lowly employee.
This exhaustion wasn't the kind that came from being caught in the middle-subordinates ignoring you and superiors doing nothing but issuing orders. After all, the company's hierarchy was fairly strict.
The main problem was that, as a lowly employee, all he had needed to do was bow and scrape, then travel on business to handle dirty, exhausting jobs. In that utterly draining life, he had had no time to concern himself with anything else, much less witness the diversity of life in the universe.
As his position rose and he more or less became someone with connections, his work became much easier. He even had some time to himself, but he also had the opportunity to meet more and more people.
In that respect, Martin greatly admired the directors. At least, he couldn't face his bizarre colleagues with the same composure they did.
Especially now, with Penacony's employees and guests all casting strange looks their way.
As one of the rare normal people, Martin felt his scalp crawl, as though countless ants were