Chapter 56
Translator: penny
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Summer Vacation Special Camp (10)
A dark room. Dennis and Saburo knelt in place, while a massive monitor screen displayed the shadow of a woman. Was it pride in her position? The woman gazed down at Dennis and Saburo from above.
The voice scolding them came down from the monitor feed.
"If this incident messes up our organization's grand undertaking, what are you planning to do about it? Huh?"
The sound of her licking candy echoed. The shadow had twin tails. Dennis and Saburo hung their heads silently, the shadow's black stockings and high heels standing out prominently. She had candy in her mouth, puffing out her cheeks.
"Luna's really disappointed this time. How do you plan to take responsibility? Huh? Don't you think it'd be heartbreaking if the plans Luna and the others worked so hard on got ruined by a shriveled-up old hag like you and some punk who doesn't know his place? Don't you want to go to the New World?"
Both flinched unpleasantly at the insults aimed at them, but they couldn't retort. The woman calling herself Luna pointed at them with her glossy candy and spoke.
"You two. Luna will remember this. If there's a next time, I won't let it slide. Now go take care of work."
The woman said her piece and cut the communication. Now, only Saburo and Dennis remained in the dark room. Dennis stood up, muttering displeased at how she'd been described.
"She's gotta be over thirty herself, calling me an old hag..."
Saburo also grimaced at the term used for him.
"A punk who doesn't know his place? Even if I look like this, I came from a famous organization."
But with nowhere to vent, they just grumbled to each other. That woman who'd seemed so immature moments ago was their boss—one of the Prophets' top executives.
With the building collapse making headlines and police investigations spreading, it was unusual for an executive to summon and chew them out directly. The situation in the report was what it was, so no formal punishment came down, but the insults from the executive and her promise to remember their names weren't welcome news.
But the moment they left the reprimand room, the two exchanged meaningful smiles as they walked. Without a word to who started it, they rubbed their palms together, and Saburo even openly licked his lips with a sleazy grin.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Dennis responded to Saburo's demeanor.
"Saburo, stop laughing so vulgarly. We have to maintain our dignity at all times."
"Heh heh... Say that, but aren't you excited too? About Iwamoto Yoshio's face twisting when he gets the photos and calls us."
That was right.
The world operated on the law of action and reaction, so if someone ruined their mood through some incident, something mood-boosting was bound to happen too. Dennis and Saburo planned to relieve the stress piled up from the reprimand and the incident by sending Iwamoto Yoshio photos from the summer camp.
That pervert had requested photos of his daughter carrying out violent missions, but the photos they'd prepared were wholesome shots of her enjoying summer camp.
Ones wholesome and fun enough to twist Iwamoto Yoshio's insides—helping legless Carmen, chatting with friends, actively participating in programs, and more.
The USB Dennis held contained a photo album of just that, which they planned to send to Yoshio via the laptop in Dennis's office.
Dennis nodded at Saburo's words, her lips twitching upward.
That was right.
No matter how vulgar this or that, Dennis was human too, and she couldn't hide her childlike excitement at the thought of screwing someone over.
"Come on, let's send it quick. I wanna see that bastard's face twist."
The office door opened as Saburo spoke. The simple office had just one laptop. As if urging them to hurry and send the email, they both rushed to the powered-on laptop without deciding who went first.
"Hurry! Hurry!"
At Saburo's urging, Dennis nodded while pretending to stay calm.
"Wait. Saburo. Everything has its order, right?"
Dennis carefully attached the photos to the email for Yoshio one by one, then hit send. At the mouse click, Saburo's breathing grew ragged, and Dennis waited with her fingers interlocked, lips curled up.
The upload starting at 60% hit 100% in a flash, and the "email sent" message appeared. Saburo collapsed into the guest chair like his energy had drained, leaning back.
"Hahaha! Can't wait to see that guy's face. Bet he'll call right away, raging and cursing us out."
"No. Iwamoto Yoshio's still got some common sense, you know? He'll probably say it's a mix-up, wrong photos, or ask to resend. Then that's when I shut it down."
Dennis straightened her clothes dramatically and spoke in an exaggeratedly prim tone.
"We've only sent the camp photos you requested, sir. Or do you need other photos? We didn't prepare any others. Sorry."
"Hahahahaha!"
Saburo burst out laughing at that. Even at his vulgar cackling, Dennis just nodded with a smile.
If you'd been chewed out by your boss, you had to relieve stress some other way.
At the same time, Iwamoto Yoshio was checking an email from a business associate. The sudden email notification made him perk up, and when he opened it, there was Dennis's name with the subject [Camp Photo Collection].
"Oh, camp photos? Didn't even expect them, but they're really sending."
Yoshio happily moved all the camp photos to a folder and immediately sent Dennis a thank-you email.
"Man, thought she was just uptight and bitchy, but she's thoughtful like this. Gotta send thanks."
Yoshio chuckled as he hit reply.
In truth, Yoshio's reaction didn't matter to the two. Just imagining him throwing a fit had already melted away the stress from being crushed by their boss. Saburo yawned on the sofa, while Dennis handled miscellaneous tasks with her email open.
Anyway, Iwamoto Yoshio was a company president not involved in the underworld. Replies could take days.
They hadn't expected an immediate check—just sent it for the reaction, already spent from the act itself.
But the quicker-than-expected reply reignited the two who'd cooled off.
Ding! With the cheerful notification, Iwamoto Yoshio's name popped up. Dennis blinked and said,
"Oh, a reply."
"Reply? Where where!"
Saburo shot over and claimed the spot next to Dennis.
The two took deep breaths and cautiously opened the email.
[Thank you for the photos. We're very satisfied with the facility's educational policy and programs, so please keep up the good work.]
A truly deflating reply came back.
Yoshio wasn't one to fall for such cheap provocation. The moment he got the emailed photos, he saw through the taunt and chose to cleanly ignore it. Maybe the photos didn't even matter to him.
"Eh..."
"Sigh..."
The two felt like idiots. Their sudden high spirits deflated like water doused on flames.
The good mood from sending the email just moments ago was ruined.
Should they not have checked the reply?
"...Damn."
Saburo shook his head and left the office, while Dennis pressed her forehead and shook her head.
Memories surfaced: making Carmen and Serika strike various poses to match the program vibe for the photos, putting effort into decorating the facility with their powers, meticulously arranging the photo order to fit the schedule.
They'd put in this much care—shouldn't he have played along a bit?
She muttered while glaring at the nonchalant thank-you email.
"What kind of person is this?"
"Hey, check this out. Photos of our daughter from the program! Hahaha!"
"Wow, she looks so cute! Watching her present, total class president material. President."
"Right? Our girl's not the best at studies, but man, she nails presentations and stuff!"
Of course, Yoshio had just sent a simple thank-you.