Chapter 51
Inside the department office, there was a separate minister’s room partitioned off with glass walls.
You could see the rest of the department through the glass, but for now, only Namia and Kiaros were inside.
And Kiaros thought:
“Is this hell?”
There had never been a time in his life that was harder than this.
“Again.”
Namia said sweetly, holding a red pen.
“Here, here, and here. These are wrong. And when you write the day of the week, it should be like (Mon), not (Monday). This part should say 14:00, not 2 PM.”
To be fair, Kiaros had already read this document.
The problem was, Namia had ordered him to check every single detail—even the most minor deviations from standard documentation formatting.
“......I don’t think anyone up top is going to look at that closely.”
Kiaros couldn’t help but comment, and Namia gave a bright little smile.