Unlimited Pleads: Random Bullshittery At Work

Holiday

Beautiful day with blinding sunshine greeted people living in one of the busiest town in Pravda. The weather was great--- a perfect time for sports, picnic, or to have quality time with friends, family, or alone--- or maybe it was tad too perfect to move from bed. As the temperature rises due to Sunshine's bombardment, a fair-skinned young lady with oriental look rolled over in her pink foldable mattress.

An alarm with magical anime girl attached to it was ringing continuously until her arm smacked its top--- to stop it from ringing. She has not move out of her foldable mattress. Her black eyes took a glimpse of the numbers pointed by the hands of that clock and realized---

"Shimatta...! [Oh no!]"

That she was late for work.

Without bothering her messed up bed, she rushed her way to the bathroom. Took off her pink-bunny-pattern pajama and threw it to the laundry box. Brushed her teeth. Put on simple make up. Made her hair. Sprayed flowers-scented perfume. Then wore her blue navy-like dress. And ran to catch the next bus.

It took her 15 minutes--- about 5 minutes faster than it used to be to reach Pravnich Law Office--- her workplace. Right after she reached that place, she noticed that the office is awfully and extraordinarily quiet. The girl looked around while strolling around the first floor.

She was about to contact her colleagues through a group chat, but hesitated. She was so sure that she was late. So if nobody was around, it is probably because they have a meeting involving all units and personnel. And she was late to attend it.

"Oh no, being late to attend such important meeting while I'm the main secretary is the worst possible scenario. They will bully me non-stop--- that's for sure,"

Her feet has not stopped moving the moment she stepped on that empty office. When she reached the main staircase, her glimmering eyes caught a familiar figure--- the Ruler. He wore plain white t-shirt, khaki shorts, and slippers. That little guy was crouching--- blocking the way, doing something that she cannot comprehend what it is.

"Ano... Gleb-sama, what are you doing?" She asked hesitantly--- trying her best not to offend the Chief of International Law Department. One sloppy move and she is sure to be doomed.

The guy whose name called turned his head and stared at her while throwing sinister smile. "What are YOU doing here?" He returned the question, then slowly stood up.

At that very moment, the girl felt a chill striking down her spine. "Wa-watashi wa...," she staggered. Could not put her thoughts into words. Her face was running with sweat.

Unable to bore the awkwardness, he answered his own question. "It's holiday, you dumbass!"

"Eh?"

Shocked by the answer, a dead silence engulfed the main lobby. The girl's thought was running wild. It answered why the office is empty, but not to why that guy is there.

Then she came up with a conclusion. "Could it be that--- you mistook the day too, Gleb-sama?" She looked happy because she was not the only one. The clumsy one. She even made a smile and jumped excitedly.

"Of course not!"

"Then, what are you doing?" The same question raised once more.

The Ruler chuckled. "Do you really want to know?"

Suddenly the atmosphere around that little guy changed. He is dangerous--- too dangerous, and Nobume knows it. She backed down and asked for forgiveness in a hurry.

Mstislav threw a sinister grin once again and said, "Then? What are you waiting for?" He asked Nobume to leave A.S.A.P.--- not through his words, but through his sole pressing aura.

The next day, Pravnich Law Office was yet again dragged into chaos. Almost everyone became the victim of Ruler's traps--- including Shing. The angered Emperor half destroyed the fifth floor in search of Mstislav--- the one believed to be the mastermind.

In silence Nobume stared.
In silence Nobume smirked.
Her mouth moved slightly--- mumbled, "now I know what he does every holiday..."

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A/N: the main staircase is bigger and wider than that on the picture, but the design is similar to that, a glass staircase