episode_0013

“So, what is a fun idea?”

I brought the story back to the point.

An interesting idea that Mr. Leger came up with, which was the original topic.

Before I knew what the thought was,

You need to know first the news that the Ruud Zetas and the Liberator are uniting.

I can roughly guess what the content is.

“As you probably know, the dissatisfaction of our organization members is growing day by day.”

“Because income has decreased?”

“Yes. Income has decreased, territory has decreased, and people have decreased.”

The Fresco Family is under surveillance by the Bureau.

Naturally, they are withdrawing from illegal businesses and are switching to legal businesses with the support of the management bureau.

It’s a bonus that the Rud Zetas took that empty spot.

No matter how resourceful Mr. Leger was, aggressive expansion in Yangji’s business was impossible. Because it was so different from the shadowy world where all you needed was force.

In the end, the Fresco Family’s income has decreased significantly, and although the management bureau is providing subsidies, they are always in deficit.

“In addition, I guess my pride was hurt by following the management bureau’s orders. They complained that they were members of the Fresco Family and not dogs of the state.”

The management bureau has an excellent combat organization and security department. However, because the number was not large enough to be freely used, the power of the Fresco family was often borrowed.

This time, in Operation Lion Trap, members of the Security Department and the Fresco Family carried out a joint operation.

“If anything, they said I was a prostitute who licked the director’s behind.”

“Wow, that’s quite an insulting remark. Did you cut that person off too?”

M. Leger was always unforgiving of insults to his authority.

They accept well-founded criticism, but do not condone behavior that undermines organizational discipline by questioning the authority of the boss.

In these cases, most punishment is cutting. This doesn’t mean cutting out people from the organization, it means really cutting them out.

Whether it’s your fingers, your tongue, anything, anything.

But Mr. Leger gave a surprising answer.

“No, there was no punishment.”

“Yes? After hearing such insults?”

“I was just telling the truth.”

For a moment, I felt like I had been hit on the head.

“Actually..? Ah, well, we often use figurative expressions like that. Still, I feel like there was a lot of intention to insult you by saying it that way?”

“No, it’s not a metaphor?”

Mr. Leger looked at me with a mischievous look in his eyes, and then slightly stuck out his tongue.

I feel dizzy.

“Ah, there are some parts that are not true. I am not a whore. I need to correct that part.”

“No, that’s not the problem. This is obviously not true.”

“Well, I guess so for now.”

Mr. Leger gave off a seductive air, uncrossed his legs, and then crossed them again with the other foot.

As if to show off, the slow and excessive movement automatically caught my eye, and she gave me a laughable look.

I’m dizzy.

“Stop playing around. The story keeps going astray.”

I quickly changed the story, thinking that if I made a mistake, I would quickly do something else.

“It’s bland. I think I reacted more interestingly in the past.”

“Because I have grown too.”

“I think you have to see it with your own eyes to know how much it has grown, right?”

“Stop. Do it in moderation.”

When I spoke firmly with a straight face, Mr. Leger also obediently backed down.

“Yes. How much did we talk about… that’s right. The members of the organization are becoming more dissatisfied, so I want to resolve it.”

“Are you asking us to increase the subsidy?”

“No, that’s not enough.”

“Then… Are you really planning on doing this?”

“Yes. Because a good opportunity came at the right time.”

Mr. Leger’s interesting idea was just as I expected.

“We have to start a war.”

An interesting idea that Mr. Leger mentioned is that the Ruud Zetas and the Liberators will go to war against the Alliance and crush it once and for all.

“If we announce to the outside world that Operation Lion Trap was carried out by us, we will have a justification. It’s not wrong because our organization members actually participated. If we combine the forces of the Management Bureau and us, victory is certain. If you can’t eat something like this, you’re an idiot. Isn’t that right?”

“Hmm… ”

The purpose is to end dissatisfaction among members by stabilizing unstable income.

In order to do so, it is a very mafia boss-like idea to regain the lost interests by destroying other organizations.

“You know this, right? It’s impossible to control drugs. Anyway, someone’s going to sell drugs, even if it’s not us or them. So, wouldn’t it be better for the management office to have the one that can control dominate the market?”

“Well, it’s not wrong.”

The empire’s drug crime is too deeply entrenched.

When the Fresco Family withdrew, the Zetas immediately filled the void, and even if the Zetas disappear, other organizations will eventually fill the void.

Demand creates supply, and supply creates business.

It is realistically impossible to solve the empire’s drug crimes unless all drug addicts are treated or killed.

Therefore, as Mr. Leger said, it may be a more realistic plan to let the controllable Fresco family control the market and gradually reduce the amount of drug distribution.

Of course, I am the director of the Pixie Bureau, not the Drug Enforcement Administration. What made me withdraw from the drug business was purely because of my personal discomfort, and there was no cause.

In short, it means that it is good.

On the contrary, I don’t think it’s a bad idea for Mr. Leger to completely take over the back world now.

Since many of the heroines are connected to the underworld, it will be easy to attack them.

“Hmm… I agree with the fight against the Coalition. You can think about post-processing after you win. However, I don’t think we can make this decision rashly.”

“Is there something stuck?”

“Something… I feel like this situation is contrived.”

“Hoo–.”

Cheek—

Mr. Leger put out his cigar in the ashtray and left it on top.

I think he was intrigued by my statement that it was contrived.

“I don’t know the exact intention, but it seems that there is a third party trying to attack the management bureau by borrowing the power of the two organizations.”

“A third party, that is, a person behind the scenes, is manipulating the two organizations. Interesting. What is the basis for thinking like that?”

“There is no specific basis, it is just a feeling. Usually, in situations like this, there is a mastermind behind it.”

Having experienced all kinds of prenatal care, my intuition has a high accuracy rate.

Especially, like now, when there are a lot of doubts and I feel uncomfortable.

“So, we need time to find out about the existence behind it. Does it really exist? If so, who is it and what is its purpose?”

“Then the reward you decided to give me… ”

“Let’s put it on hold.”

“On hold… Yes.”

Mr. Leger continued as his eyes glanced over my lower body.

“I feel like writing it down right now, but… Because it’s too precious to do that.”

I felt a chastity crisis and reflexively closed my legs.

“Keuhum. Then, I understand that you have agreed to withhold it.”

“Yes. We’ll also be gathering information, so if you find out anything, please contact us.”

“Yes, I will.”

There was silence for a moment.

What was it? Wasn’t it an exciting atmosphere?

Why do you keep sitting?

“Well, do you have any other business?”

“No, none.”

“……”

I felt confused about something so I looked at the clock.

5:30. Only about 30 minutes had passed.

‘I heard it takes a while to come and go.’

As someone who has called him here, it is difficult to ask him to leave once he has finished his business.

“Do you have any plans for later?”

“No, I left everything blank.”

Why did I have to leave my schedule blank?

It’s not even dinner time, we’re meeting at 5 o’clock.

You shouldn’t dig deep. It’s best to just ignore it.

“Then, let’s play a game.”

“Game? Hehe – good idea.”

Mr. Leger, smiling sinisterly, wondering what he was imagining.

I took the chess board and pieces out of the dresser and placed them on the table.

“…What a waste. The names are similar.”

She muttered, looking blatantly disappointed.

“There’s nothing better than chess for the two of us to enjoy.”

“The only thing I enjoy playing is chess, so my pride is pretty hurt?”

“You did it often before, right?”

“Now that you’re an adult, it’s okay to enjoy other things, right?”

“I was an adult back then.”

“That’s right. It’s a shame I had to tame it from the beginning.”

The conversation keeps going sideways.

‘under… ‘

In the past, I would have thought that all of this was just making fun of me.

Mr. Leger called me a child or a kid and didn’t treat me like a man at all.

The higher the crush level, the more the heroine feels in love with me.

But that love is not necessarily rational love.

There are various forms of love, and the form is determined by how the heroine treats me.

When I first met Leger, I was 21 years old, and Leger was in his late 20s.

Of course, from Leger’s perspective, I was a kid, and at best, I would have treated him like a cute younger brother.

I also did not treat Ms. Leger as a woman, but rather treated her as an older sister who was much older than me or an aunt who was younger in age.

But these days, Mr. Leger doesn’t call me a kid or a kid.

Rather, they began to treat him as an adult, saying that he had grown up or become a full-fledged adult.

They started treating me as the opposite sex.

It’s a shame to see him giggling openly like that.

I liked it when they treated me like a child, but why now…

‘At this point, Daisy is a bit anxious too.’

Daisy is a child, but she is no ordinary child.

In terms of actual age, he is more than twice as old as me, and he is not an ordinary human being.

It’s not strange that one day, he grows up suddenly and starts to control me.

‘…Oh no way. ‘I’m practically like a father?’

Probably not.

I’d like to believe so, but I’m not sure.

Because this crazy game always goes beyond my imagination.

*

*

In the end, Mr. Leger ate dinner at the management office and did not return until 7 o’clock.

Even so, I tried my best to persuade him that he would stay until 9 o’clock and forced him to return.

It’s a good thing I called the administration, I wish I could have gone to see you… I don’t really want to imagine it.

I pressed the pager on the desk in the director’s office and called Mariela.

As the situation became more complicated, Mariela’s help was desperately needed.

Not long after calling, there was a knock on the door.

“Director, I have received a call.”

“Come in.”

As she opened the door and entered, she looked around the director’s office.

“Mr. Leger is back?”

“Ha… I barely let him go when he said he would stay until 9 o’clock.”

“It must be a pity that Mr. Leger cannot see the director often.”

“The only thing that a person without blood or tears will regret is the finger that he couldn’t cut?”

I’m sure you keep the finger you cut off somewhere at home.

Mariela sat on the sofa opposite.

Since I had been called, there were no documents or anything, just a cup of coffee was all I had.

“So, what is your business?”

“There’s a little problem. I think we need to put our heads together and think about it.”

“What’s the problem… ”

Mariela must have sensed that something was unusual, and she entered the conversation with a serious expression.

“Lude Zetas and Liberator. These two are united.”

“Union? The two are joining forces… Something is strange.”

Mariela sips her coffee with a skeptical expression.

“And, they found out about the Pixie Management Bureau.”

“Pushup—…”

Coffee spurted from Mariela’s mouth and hit her face.

Perhaps because it had cooled down just enough to drink, it was warm, not hot.

I never thought I would live and be showered with coffee by Mariela.

Not bad.