The Reality Of It All | BSD | (Reader Insert)

Interference

I smile humble smile crept around the corners of my lips.

"Of course. I love to help out people. Let me know if you need any assistance, or notify one of my colleagues."

He made a saluting gesture.

"Yes ma'am! You got it."

He bid me a wave, walking off to his designated location with the boxes occupying his arms. I waved back, also continuing to my destination.

The small smile hasn't left my lips yet. Even the smallest things can brighten my mood. I don't want the biggest things to make me happy, but acknowledgement of my hard work and respect from people.

The closer I got, I could make out a pair of doors in front of me.

I retrieved a pass card in my uniform left of my pocket and slid it across the scanner. The voice recognition beamed to life and let me through.

The echoes of my boots sounded across the halls and rooms. I passed by my colleagues's rooms then spotted mines. I brought up my palm for the scanner to recognize me. As it did the same as the entrance, I brought my weight into the room, the doors sliding shut behind me.

My office was nearly perfectly organized, only for stacks of papers to be out of order and strewn across the floor. The large three glass pans windows behind me bright life to this room. Two couches parallel to a glass table centered the room with a rug underneath it. Multiple file cabinets securely shut hugged the walls.

There was almost no noise but the sound of my boots clumping on the linoleum tiles and the air pushing out through the air vents.

I gripped the threshold of my wheelchair and pushed it backwards to seat myself into the cushion. I rolled forwards to get started on the documents I have to read, answer, and mail out to the president of Yokohama.

I fetched a pen surrounded with other writing utensils in the cupholder and started filling out information.

*Knock* *Knock*

My head tipped back from the closeness between my face and the documents. Pen still agrasp—ready to write, but my mind was too focus on somewheres else.

"Come in."

Not like it's going to matter since all the other members have access to others offices. In my opinion, I don't like whoever's idea was it because anyone can abuse this power and invade privacy whenever and however they feel like it. Too bad I couldn't do anything about it.

"Hey, it's just me." A young woman's voice called out. The voice came from below where I was observing—meaning she was shorter than me.

Teruko, the vice commander of the Hunting Dogs had her arms crossed over her chest; her face held a pragmatic but fiery look.

"The boss said he needs you. He's in the main commons room for a brief discussion."

I blinked, setting the pen done once and for all. I pushed back the chair and stood on my feet.

"Understood."

"Good. Don't keep him waiting."

I passed over the table and couches then barely over Teruko from the tight doorway—nearly brushing shoulders with her.

'If the boss needs me, why didn't he come get me himself?'

A 'tch' sound came out of my teeth.

'What a lazy ass.'

On most days, Mr. Fukuchi would order the rest of us to carry out missions like we typically do while he lingers around the base drinking osake and playing snooker with his weird friends. However, despite his sloth personality, he does take great pride in the unit and also works alongside us which does complete missions quicker. Whenever he's in the mood to hunt down criminals, his personality does a one-eighty automatic turn and becomes a serious, ruthless person. It almost seems like he has more to hide than to show to the public eye.