HUMAN

Chapter 24 - Mother

Meanwhile, back at SIU headquarters. . .

The morning started better than expected. Oh, how excited am I to be staring at the stacks of paper that were about to collapse if I just gave it a nudge. It looks like this would take me at least six hours to go through. . .unless

"Nope-nope-nope-nope- "I flicked through the resumes. "PhDs in blablabla don't care- "It was clear that too many Anthros tried too hard to get in here. As I feed these application forms to the trash, I was beginning to think that some of these would better suit an art portfolio to how well decorated they are.

But these guys look like scumbags. . .hmmm. I glanced towards the clock. Only twelve minutes has passed.

The higher-ups haul into my office with resumes of Anthros wanting to get a position once every two weeks on a Friday. But really, only two or three of them make it in, thanks to my well-developed and time-efficient sorting method.

They don't care who gets in or out. All they need is more Anthros to get the job done, right? Well, if that's the case, how about I'll throw you with whatever employee I think may be good for the company, and if you're not satisfied with that, just fire him?

We get hundreds of applications, so everyone is pretty much expendable in this building except me and other highly valued Anthros, who served under the wing of the SIU for many years.

This is how my sorting method works by passing all of these questions:

- Are they kind of qualified for the job? If yes, move to the next question, if no, trash it.

- Will they shut their mouths about the things that happen here? This one is based on my assumptions from the picture that they slapped on their resume.

- Do they look cute? If yes, that's a job on the spot. If not. . .well, you know what that means.

Now you may be thinking, Dennise! You're such a dickhead for doing that. How could you!? BEAT IT ASSHOLE! This shit gets tired after fifteen years. Being the Head of Operations is mostly paperwork, and the occasional crime scene visit is the only thing fun about this.

I shot a glare at the clock once more—half an hour passed.

Inhale. . .

Exhale. . .

Inhale. . .

Exha-

"FUCKING HELL!" The stacks of paper flew across the room as I backhanded them away from the desk.

I slumped in my seat. God. . .I'd rather work back at the Café. . .where did it all go wrong?

Amongst the colorful group of paper, there stood out a bland-looking one.

"Hi. I would like to inquire about a meeting if I can. I believe that I will be a good asset to this company." I read out. The name was plastered on top with a bold, boring font, and the resume devoid of decorations other than a simple black border around the profile picture.

This brought back memories. I used to send my resumes like this when I was desperate to get a job. The desolate room echoed with laughter. "This idiot really thinks- HAH!" I slapped my knee and shook my head.

"Well, well, well, Maxy boy~" I bit my lower lip, looking at the profile picture. "Looks like you ticked all the boxes and earned a spot!" I frantically shoved the rest of the unread papers into the trash.

Now that I think about it, with an extra pair of eyes to go through some documents and fetch me some coffee from the first floor, I'll be able to get things up to speed in time.