Heath wore a slightly odd expression. Back when he worked in his previous life, he had been a slacker too. After all, slacking was a way of life, and slackers had it best. On top of that, his lousy boss liked pulling all sorts of stunts, such as imposing performance targets, pitting employees against one another, and making empty promises. Heath had therefore become quite accomplished at slacking off, never wasting a single opportunity. The problem was that Heath now worked for himself. He was his own boss. If he slacked off now, wouldn't he just be shirking his own work and making trouble for himself?
As the saying went, employees worked nine to nine, six days a week, so their boss could get a new Rolls-Royce sooner. But Heath was the boss now, so there was no need for him to slack off.
That was why Heath thought this reward was rather useless, unless he someday had nothing better to do and went to work for someone else. Perhaps this skill would come in handy then, but until that happened, Heath felt it had no particular use. Besides, he would not go out to experience that sort of life just because he had nothing to do, unless he really could not stand being idle. But if he really could not stand being idle, why not keep serving customers himself? That would suit his interests too.
Still, the reward had already been given, and Heath could hardly refuse it, so he accepted it. Who knew what use it might have someday?
"So it was Norman." Heath smacked his lips. He really had not expected the man eating beef offal over there to be Norman, but now that he knew, he felt he understood why the man had looked familiar. After