TEASER CHAPTER 6 PART 17
A
big pile of papers stood like a mountain range on his desk. Buried in the pile
of papers was a large man with his back hunched over, while frantically working
with a pen.
Jihad,
who was busy in his office after cleaning up the mess from the previous Combat
Training, sighed at the pile of papers in front of him and muttered to the
woman beside him.
"Ms.
Inda, I think we're almost done..."
"No,
not yet. You need to check the restoration plan and estimation. As soon as the
payment is made, we will start the restoration work. After that, you will also
supervise the construction work to save us the trouble of confirmation
work."
Her
words pierced Jihad's ears like ice and snow, with not a trace of warmth.
She
was a woman who usually had a hint of warmth in her flat tone, but lately, her
attitude had been cold as a glacier.
"...
Isn't my work strangely increasing? Normally, I would only check the plans and
estimations, not oversee the construction..."
Jihad
looked at Ms. Inda's face and tried to protest, but she kept her expression
blank and slapped him with a lecturing word.
"Just
for the record, sir. It was Jihad-dono who was in charge of the combat training
class at the Martial Arts Garden this time, so it was only logical that you
should be the one to clean up the damage.
Besides,
the Martial Arts Garden was scheduled to be used by the 4th year students. In
order to keep the classes running smoothly, we need to complete the work as
soon as possible. Rest assured, I'll bring all the necessary documents to the
Martial Arts Garden, and I'll even prepare a desk for you to work at."
Apparently,
Inda was going to help him in supervising and she would do her regular work as
well.
The
sight of an adult frantically scratching papers at a desk would definitely become
a laughing matter outside.
Even
though she said she was just making an efficient choice, Inda's sentence was in
a sense equivalent to a death sentence. If Jihad's students were to see him
like this, his life as a teacher would definitely be doomed. But even before
that, as a man, he would feel so miserable that it would be difficult to
recover."
"Even
though I'm your boss ..."
"Jihad-dono,
are you finished yet?"
As
Jihad's shoulders slumped, Inda rushed him to get back to work.
With
a big sigh, Jihad turned his face to Inda.
While
Inda's expression was nonchalant, the slit eyes behind her silver-rimmed
glasses glared at Jihad. It seemed that she was quite in a bad mood since the
combat training in which Jihad got carried away.
However,
despite the stinging glare directed at him, Jihad grinned and lifted his mouth.
"Don't
be so angry. You're ruining your beautiful face."
"I
don't think myself as beautiful! So please, just get to work!"
Inda
yelled to Jihad, who made fun of her.
While
looking at her, Jihad began to laugh heartily with his hands on his stomach.
What
he said was bold, without thinking, and unrestrained. It was hard to believe
that this was the same man who had shown his power in combat training a few
days ago.
Suddenly,
however, Jihad tightened the grin on his face.
Inda's
eyes widened at the sudden change in Jihad's atmosphere, wondering what was
going on.
"Also,
I've got some urgent business to attend to today. I need to take some time
off."
"Business?
What kind of business is that?"
She
haven't heard anything about that, but ... just as India was about to continue
asking, there was a knock on the office door.
Unlike
Inda, who still had a puzzled expression on her face, Jihad urged the person
waiting behind the door to enter.
The
person entered the office. When she recognized the figure, Inda's eyes suddenly
became serious.
