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Authors: Satoshi Wagahara
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Sorry. I just thought that sounded kinda weird, you know? Like, only your house getting affected.”
“Yeah, isn’t it?… Oh, uh, by the way?”
“Hmm?”
She had been excited up to now, darting from word to word, but now Chiho’s voice was toned down a notch as she expectantly looked at her coworker.
“You said you had a roommate just now?”
Something about her eyes made Maou want to avert his own.
“Yeah. An old general of mine.
Friend.
Friend of mine, from way back.”
The “living on a shoestring with my old friend” cover was something he had decided upon with Ashiya in advance. It had the side benefit of being almost 100 percent true. Maou sighed to himself.
“Is-is it your…g-girl—”
“He’s a guy, Chi. Just the two of us, slumming it in our ancient apartment building.”
“Eh? Oh? Ohhhh. I…see. Yeah…I get it. Good!”
“What’s good?”
“N-nothing! Are…are you on the first floor, Maou?”
“Nah. Second. My friend didn’t feel anything on the second floor, so I guess that’s why I didn’t think it was anything big. The place definitely woulda been shaking if it was. What about you? Do you live in a condo or something?”
“No, it’s…um, it’s a house. Uh…”
“Hmm?”
“If…if you’d like, we could—”
“Come on, kids.”
The conversation was interrupted by Mayumi Kisaki, head manager of the Hatagaya restaurant. She had the body proportions of amodel and stood a good head taller than Maou. Her long black hair, easily sleek and shiny enough for her to star in shampoo ads, was tied back, the colorful MgRonald uniform doing wonders to accentuate her body.
“Oh! Ms. Kisaki!”
“No personal conversations while you’re on duty, please. Have you completed the evening floor check yet, Chi?”
“Oh! I’m sorry! I’ll go do it right now!”
Every two hours, someone had to go around the store to ensure everything was clean and in the proper place. Chiho hurriedly took a checksheet from the shelf beneath her register and flew away from the counter.
“You try not to spoil Chi too much either, okay, Marko?”
Kisaki’s eyebrows were furrowed, but Maou knew she wasn’t truly angry. Unless someone from the executive office was lurking around, she preferred to keep things relaxed on the floor, referring to every employee by a nickname and refusing to let anyone call her “Manager.”
She was one of MgRonald’s most well-known managers. More than a few male regulars stopped by just for a chance to chat with her, and she had appeared several times in the ads they printed on the paper place mats. Why an intelligent, attractive woman with such a perfectly shaped body was content with running a fast-food joint was a mystery. The only secrets she guarded more closely were her age, height, and weight.
“But didn’t you tell me not to be so harsh on her, Ms. Kisaki? She’s probably gonna be the first student in a while to settle into a regular shift schedule.”
Just as Maou finished the sentence, they heard the sound of assorted objects falling to the ground beyond the door in the staff room next to the customer seating, where the crew stored cleaning equipment and other accessories. She must have knocked some of it over by accident. Chiho’s frantic “Sorry about that!” could be heard above the noise.
“Well, yes, but the home office is starting to send people in unannounced to check up on things. If we let the private chat go too far, it might come back to bite us later on.”
Fair enough. Even weirdos like Emi were spying on this place. There was no telling who else might have their eyes on it.
Of course, Maou had yet to see Kisaki have to apologize to anyone from the main headquarters. It seemed more like they actively tried to avoid her, in fact.
“Anyway, Marko, you mind doing an afternoon stat check for me?”
Maou tapped away at the register, printing out a receipt listing customer and sales figures for the slow afternoon period between
“Yeah, isn’t it?… Oh, uh, by the way?”
“Hmm?”
She had been excited up to now, darting from word to word, but now Chiho’s voice was toned down a notch as she expectantly looked at her coworker.
“You said you had a roommate just now?”
Something about her eyes made Maou want to avert his own.
“Yeah. An old general of mine.
Friend.
Friend of mine, from way back.”
The “living on a shoestring with my old friend” cover was something he had decided upon with Ashiya in advance. It had the side benefit of being almost 100 percent true. Maou sighed to himself.
“Is-is it your…g-girl—”
“He’s a guy, Chi. Just the two of us, slumming it in our ancient apartment building.”
“Eh? Oh? Ohhhh. I…see. Yeah…I get it. Good!”
“What’s good?”
“N-nothing! Are…are you on the first floor, Maou?”
“Nah. Second. My friend didn’t feel anything on the second floor, so I guess that’s why I didn’t think it was anything big. The place definitely woulda been shaking if it was. What about you? Do you live in a condo or something?”
“No, it’s…um, it’s a house. Uh…”
“Hmm?”
“If…if you’d like, we could—”
“Come on, kids.”
The conversation was interrupted by Mayumi Kisaki, head manager of the Hatagaya restaurant. She had the body proportions of amodel and stood a good head taller than Maou. Her long black hair, easily sleek and shiny enough for her to star in shampoo ads, was tied back, the colorful MgRonald uniform doing wonders to accentuate her body.
“Oh! Ms. Kisaki!”
“No personal conversations while you’re on duty, please. Have you completed the evening floor check yet, Chi?”
“Oh! I’m sorry! I’ll go do it right now!”
Every two hours, someone had to go around the store to ensure everything was clean and in the proper place. Chiho hurriedly took a checksheet from the shelf beneath her register and flew away from the counter.
“You try not to spoil Chi too much either, okay, Marko?”
Kisaki’s eyebrows were furrowed, but Maou knew she wasn’t truly angry. Unless someone from the executive office was lurking around, she preferred to keep things relaxed on the floor, referring to every employee by a nickname and refusing to let anyone call her “Manager.”
She was one of MgRonald’s most well-known managers. More than a few male regulars stopped by just for a chance to chat with her, and she had appeared several times in the ads they printed on the paper place mats. Why an intelligent, attractive woman with such a perfectly shaped body was content with running a fast-food joint was a mystery. The only secrets she guarded more closely were her age, height, and weight.
“But didn’t you tell me not to be so harsh on her, Ms. Kisaki? She’s probably gonna be the first student in a while to settle into a regular shift schedule.”
Just as Maou finished the sentence, they heard the sound of assorted objects falling to the ground beyond the door in the staff room next to the customer seating, where the crew stored cleaning equipment and other accessories. She must have knocked some of it over by accident. Chiho’s frantic “Sorry about that!” could be heard above the noise.
“Well, yes, but the home office is starting to send people in unannounced to check up on things. If we let the private chat go too far, it might come back to bite us later on.”
Fair enough. Even weirdos like Emi were spying on this place. There was no telling who else might have their eyes on it.
Of course, Maou had yet to see Kisaki have to apologize to anyone from the main headquarters. It seemed more like they actively tried to avoid her, in fact.
“Anyway, Marko, you mind doing an afternoon stat check for me?”
Maou tapped away at the register, printing out a receipt listing customer and sales figures for the slow afternoon period between
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