Chapter 186: Finally Finishing Work
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Since it was a secret room there wasn't a huge amount of space but it was adequate for him. He found it rather spacious but that was due to the layout and using each inch efficiently. The room was decorated in shades of grey, black, and white. It was monotone but gave off a clean vibe and blended harmoniously. A small queen size bed was in the middle with a small desk next to it.
The desk mainly held a mini lamp and a small gun was taped under it. Across from the bed and table was a wooden closet. Inside it were some extra work clothes, undėrġȧrmėnts and personal clothes that he could change into. Excluding things he could wear, he also kept an emergency rations kit and more ammo for his weapons. He always carried something on him, a weapon was never too far out of reach. Considering that, ammo was also never too far away from him as well.
Everything seemed to be in order and Shufen hasn't come in since the last time it was cleaned. Only after ascertaining that everything was in order did he let himself relax for a second.. The room was soundproof so if he need to therapeutically yell that was also possible. However, considering on edge he has been the yell had no chance of coming out.
Glancing down he debated on his outfit and if he should change.
'I'm going to see M right after this and his work station is always a mess. This suit might get ruined as soon as I enter....'
He had made the mistake one too many times with his clothes and visiting M. It was an expensive mistake since every outfit had to be professionally cleaned or was discarded. He didn't mind the cost as much as he hated M laughing at his misfortune. The man was a psycho and his mind worked in a strange way, watching people ruin their clothes repeatedly was entertainment for him. A sigh left him before he started taking off his clothes.
"Let me just save the trouble and have him ruin this one instead."
While speaking he directly pulled out some clothes from the personal section of his closet. He chose some black trousers and a green v-neck before dropping it onto his bed. The buŧŧons of his shirt took a couple of seconds to remove before he tossed it aside. His pants quickly followed before he slipped onto the outfit he chose. Folding the used clothes he left it on the bed and was about to leave the room when he was reminded of his shoes. His business shoes would definitely not handle where he was going and he had to change them as well.
Digging back into the office he pulled out some black runners and quickly tied them on. They weren't the regular run of the mill runners either but ones that had been modified for his use. One time he had stepped onto a nail and it went straight through his shoe and partially into his foot. Thankfully he had not put his foot down completely and pushed it through his foot. Since then, he reinforced his shoes with metal plates and some protection against random sharp objects. Made the shoe a little bit heavier but a lot safer. It acted as training for his feet in terms of weight but also made him confident to walk anywhere with the shoes.
The new outfit took him further out of his working mood but he had no chose but to return. Exiting the room was a quicker action and was just reverse the entry password. He could check the video surveillance to see if anyone was inside but he had already locked the front door before going in. No one could enter unless he himself allowed it or they broke in by brute force.
Leaving the room it was as if he never left if not for the change in clothes. Plopping back into his chair he glanced at the time and saw that there were only a couple hours left. Considering the minimal time he had left, it was just enough for him to look over some major files and sign off on some projects. Pulling out the files he needed to check today, he pushed everything else back into his drawer and left it for tomorrow. Focusing on the stuff in front of him was tiresome but he managed to get through them undisturbed.
Considering the back to back 'events' in his life, it was a bit surprising that the work day ended peacefully. Just a few hours of nothing going on but some boring documents reduced his stress by at least 20%. When you spend years being under certain pressures and threats, the minimal hours you get of normalcy you learn to enjoy. Signing off on the last file, he closed the folder and stretched his body. It was a bit stiff after sitting for so long and a cracking sound followed each stretch.
Grabbing his coat, phone, keys, the files, and the plastic bag he quickly exited his office. The room door locked instantly behind him and he slowly walked over to the secretaries in front of the elevator. Dropping the files onto one of their desks, he nodded a simple greeting - "good evening" before heading into an open elevator. He didn't need to give any further instruction on what he gave them, the files were self explanatory and they were trained for it. They needed to be passed over to the relevant departments and any revisions would be drafted by them before sending out.
If any of them noticed his change in clothes, none of them made their reactions obvious. It wasn't a regular occurrence for him to appear in other clothes but it wasn't entirely uncommon. He knew that there were rumours about it and questions about if he changed in the middle of his office. There was some gossip from the lower department women who wanted to watch. It was somewhat hilarious when he first heard the commentary from Shufen but chose not to clear it up. What he could do anyway? Tell them there was a secret room?
It was just easier to let them think he changed in the middle and let their imaginations run wild. Thankfully no one had tried to sneak cameras or themselves into the room to watch yet. Though with his luck he wouldn't put anything past his staff or people in general.
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Since it was a secret room there wasn't a huge amount of space but it was adequate for him. He found it rather spacious but that was due to the layout and using each inch efficiently. The room was decorated in shades of grey, black, and white. It was monotone but gave off a clean vibe and blended harmoniously. A small queen size bed was in the middle with a small desk next to it.
The desk mainly held a mini lamp and a small gun was taped under it. Across from the bed and table was a wooden closet. Inside it were some extra work clothes, undėrġȧrmėnts and personal clothes that he could change into. Excluding things he could wear, he also kept an emergency rations kit and more ammo for his weapons. He always carried something on him, a weapon was never too far out of reach. Considering that, ammo was also never too far away from him as well.
Everything seemed to be in order and Shufen hasn't come in since the last time it was cleaned. Only after ascertaining that everything was in order did he let himself relax for a second.. The room was soundproof so if he need to therapeutically yell that was also possible. However, considering on edge he has been the yell had no chance of coming out.
Glancing down he debated on his outfit and if he should change.
'I'm going to see M right after this and his work station is always a mess. This suit might get ruined as soon as I enter....'
He had made the mistake one too many times with his clothes and visiting M. It was an expensive mistake since every outfit had to be professionally cleaned or was discarded. He didn't mind the cost as much as he hated M laughing at his misfortune. The man was a psycho and his mind worked in a strange way, watching people ruin their clothes repeatedly was entertainment for him. A sigh left him before he started taking off his clothes.
"Let me just save the trouble and have him ruin this one instead."
While speaking he directly pulled out some clothes from the personal section of his closet. He chose some black trousers and a green v-neck before dropping it onto his bed. The buŧŧons of his shirt took a couple of seconds to remove before he tossed it aside. His pants quickly followed before he slipped onto the outfit he chose. Folding the used clothes he left it on the bed and was about to leave the room when he was reminded of his shoes. His business shoes would definitely not handle where he was going and he had to change them as well.
Digging back into the office he pulled out some black runners and quickly tied them on. They weren't the regular run of the mill runners either but ones that had been modified for his use. One time he had stepped onto a nail and it went straight through his shoe and partially into his foot. Thankfully he had not put his foot down completely and pushed it through his foot. Since then, he reinforced his shoes with metal plates and some protection against random sharp objects. Made the shoe a little bit heavier but a lot safer. It acted as training for his feet in terms of weight but also made him confident to walk anywhere with the shoes.
The new outfit took him further out of his working mood but he had no chose but to return. Exiting the room was a quicker action and was just reverse the entry password. He could check the video surveillance to see if anyone was inside but he had already locked the front door before going in. No one could enter unless he himself allowed it or they broke in by brute force.
Leaving the room it was as if he never left if not for the change in clothes. Plopping back into his chair he glanced at the time and saw that there were only a couple hours left. Considering the minimal time he had left, it was just enough for him to look over some major files and sign off on some projects. Pulling out the files he needed to check today, he pushed everything else back into his drawer and left it for tomorrow. Focusing on the stuff in front of him was tiresome but he managed to get through them undisturbed.
Considering the back to back 'events' in his life, it was a bit surprising that the work day ended peacefully. Just a few hours of nothing going on but some boring documents reduced his stress by at least 20%. When you spend years being under certain pressures and threats, the minimal hours you get of normalcy you learn to enjoy. Signing off on the last file, he closed the folder and stretched his body. It was a bit stiff after sitting for so long and a cracking sound followed each stretch.
Grabbing his coat, phone, keys, the files, and the plastic bag he quickly exited his office. The room door locked instantly behind him and he slowly walked over to the secretaries in front of the elevator. Dropping the files onto one of their desks, he nodded a simple greeting - "good evening" before heading into an open elevator. He didn't need to give any further instruction on what he gave them, the files were self explanatory and they were trained for it. They needed to be passed over to the relevant departments and any revisions would be drafted by them before sending out.
If any of them noticed his change in clothes, none of them made their reactions obvious. It wasn't a regular occurrence for him to appear in other clothes but it wasn't entirely uncommon. He knew that there were rumours about it and questions about if he changed in the middle of his office. There was some gossip from the lower department women who wanted to watch. It was somewhat hilarious when he first heard the commentary from Shufen but chose not to clear it up. What he could do anyway? Tell them there was a secret room?
It was just easier to let them think he changed in the middle and let their imaginations run wild. Thankfully no one had tried to sneak cameras or themselves into the room to watch yet. Though with his luck he wouldn't put anything past his staff or people in general.
Since it was a secret room there wasn't a huge amount of space but it was adequate for him. He found it rather spacious but that was due to the layout and using each inch efficiently. The room was decorated in shades of grey, black, and white. It was monotone but gave off a clean vibe and blended harmoniously. A small queen size bed was in the middle with a small desk next to it. The desk mainly held a mini lamp and a small gun was taped under it. Across from the bed and table was a wooden closet. Inside it were some extra work clothes, undrrmnts and personal clothes that he could change into. Excluding things he could wear, he also kept an emergency rations kit and more ammo for his weapons. He always carried something on him, a weapon was never too far out of reach. Considering that, ammo was also never too far away from him as well. Everything seemed to be in order and Shufen hasn't come in since the last time it was cleaned. Only after ascertaining that everything was in order did he let himself relax for a second.. The room was soundproof so if he need to therapeutically yell that was also possible. However, considering on edge he has been the yell had no chance of coming out. Glancing down he debated on his outfit and if he should change. 'I'm going to see M right after this and his work station is always a mess. This suit might get ruined as soon as I enter....' He had made the mistake one too many times with his clothes and visiting M. It was an expensive mistake since every outfit had to be professionally cleaned or was discarded. He didn't mind the cost as much as he hated M laughing at his misfortune. The man was a psycho and his mind worked in a strange way, watching people ruin their clothes repeatedly was entertainment for him. A sigh left him before he started taking off his clothes. "Let me just save the trouble and have him ruin this one instead." While speaking he directly pulled out some clothes from the personal section of his closet. He chose some black trousers and a green v-neck before dropping it onto his bed. The buons of his shirt took a couple of seconds to remove before he tossed it aside. His pants quickly followed before he slipped onto the outfit he chose. Folding the used clothes he left it on the bed and was about to leave the room when he was reminded of his shoes. His business shoes would definitely not handle where he was going and he had to change them as well. Digging back into the office he pulled out some black runners and quickly tied them on. They weren't the regular run of the mill runners either but ones that had been modified for his use. One time he had stepped onto a nail and it went straight through his shoe and partially into his foot. Thankfully he had not put his foot down completely and pushed it through his foot. Since then, he reinforced his shoes with metal plates and some protection against random sharp objects. Made the shoe a little bit heavier but a lot safer. It acted as training for his feet in terms of weight but also made him confident to walk anywhere with the shoes. The new outfit took him further out of his working mood but he had no chose but to return. Exiting the room was a quicker action and was just reverse the entry password. He could check the video surveillance to see if anyone was inside but he had already locked the front door before going in. No one could enter unless he himself allowed it or they broke in by brute force. Leaving the room it was as if he never left if not for the change in clothes. Plopping back into his chair he glanced at the time and saw that there were only a couple hours left. Considering the minimal time he had left, it was just enough for him to look over some major files and sign off on some projects. Pulling out the files he needed to check today, he pushed everything else back into his drawer and left it for tomorrow. Focusing on the stuff in front of him was tiresome but he managed to get through them undisturbed. Considering the back to back 'events' in his life, it was a bit surprising that the work day ended peacefully. Just a few hours of nothing going on but some boring documents reduced his stress by at least 20%. When you spend years being under certain pressures and threats, the minimal hours you get of normalcy you learn to enjoy. Signing off on the last file, he closed the folder and stretched his body. It was a bit stiff after sitting for so long and a cracking sound followed each stretch. Grabbing his coat, phone, keys, the files, and the plastic bag he quickly exited his office. The room door locked instantly behind him and he slowly walked over to the secretaries in front of the elevator. Dropping the files onto one of their desks, he nodded a simple greeting - "good evening" before heading into an open elevator. He didn't need to give any further instruction on what he gave them, the files were self explanatory and they were trained for it. They needed to be passed over to the relevant departments and any revisions would be drafted by them before sending out. If any of them noticed his change in clothes, none of them made their reactions obvious. It wasn't a regular occurrence for him to appear in other clothes but it wasn't entirely uncommon. He knew that there were rumours about it and questions about if he changed in the middle of his office. There was some gossip from the lower department women who wanted to watch. It was somewhat hilarious when he first heard the commentary from Shufen but chose not to clear it up. What he could do anyway? Tell them there was a secret room? It was just easier to let them think he changed in the middle and let their imaginations run wild. Thankfully no one had tried to sneak cameras or themselves into the room to watch yet. Though with his luck he wouldn't put anything past his staff or people in general.
