“Think about it carefully.”
The civil servant, dressed like a textbook serial killer, spoke in an oddly reassuring tone.
“You would never be laid off, and it is a seniority-based position that runs until the age of sixty-five. Since it is a special post, the allowances are calculated separately as well.”
Why was I listening to something that sounded like a Supernatural Disaster Management Agency job fair right here?
“If you are the sort of person who is naturally prone to getting caught up in supernatural phenomena anyway, would it not be better to at least receive proper pay and the protection of the system?”
I already am, though….
No matter how I thought about it, there was no way a Grade 8 civil servant got paid more than a major pharmaceutical corporation!
But obviously I could not admit, even if someone tore my mouth open, that I worked for <Baekilmong Co., Ltd.>
I did not want to be marked as a person of interest and get reported to the Agency!
‘Maybe I should’ve just kept communicating by writing.’
After having finally decided to use my voice for quicker communication, more persuasive communication, and greater impact, I was starting to regret it.
Feeling as though cold sweat might break out on me, I opened my mouth.
For now, he seemed to be seeing me as something like “a civilian who often gets caught up in supernatural phenomena,” so I should strengthen that impression….
“I really was terrified by what happened this time, so I tried to do something somehow, but I’m not someone capable…