Chapter 69: Workplace Experience Continues, But…
Chapter 69: Workplace Experience Continues, But...
"So, it really was my calculation error..."Marin-sensei finally admitted her mistake. The older ladies around us began whispering:
"Wow, he’s actually amazing, Lord Robin."
"Guess the saying ’don’t judge a book by its cover’ is true."
"Who was the one calling him an idiot again?"
They were trying to keep their voices down so I wouldn’t hear, but I could hear everything. So my reputation as the Idiot Prince (or rather, Idiot Royal) is really that widespread and deeply rooted, huh.
"For now, since Lord Robin seems capable of handling the work, Brandō, have him check your calculations," the head of the accounting department suddenly said as the crowd parted.
Marin-sensei looked a little reluctant but nodded.
"Understood. I’ll have him check them."
"Alright, everyone back to your own work! Chop chop! Work, work!"
The department head clapped her hands loudly and dispersed the crowd of women. The nice older sister who had shown me her cleavage earlier also left with a little wave. I wanted to get closer...
"Then Lord Robin, please check these."
Marin-sensei handed me a thick bundle of documents. It was easily about 10 cm thick — roughly A4-sized sheets.
"All of these?" I asked.
Marin-sensei gave me a smug "Surprised?" smile and said,
"Yes. I calculated them myself, so please check. If there are any mistakes, let me know, okay?"
Her face practically screamed "I don’t make mistakes!"
I started checking from the top and immediately found mistakes. Even though there were only about 30 lines per sheet, I found three errors by the time I finished. If only I had Excel... But since there are no calculators or abacuses here either, I guess it can’t be helped.
"Marin-sensei, sorry, but there are some mistakes."
When I spoke up, Marin-sensei lifted her face from the paper she was staring at and glared at me. Her eyes were slightly crossed.
"What did you say!?"
Her voice was heavy with pressure. Still, a mistake is a mistake. I moved my chair closer to the perfect angle where I could see her nipples, and while enjoying the view, I pointed out the errors. What a wonderful job this is, I thought as I explained to the clearly displeased Marin-sensei. After recalculating, she reluctantly accepted it.
For me it was delicious, but I was steadily earning Marin-sensei’s displeasure and accumulating hate points — a rather delicate situation.
After this happened three times, Marin-sensei’s eyes started to water. I need to change the mood somehow. I have to do something to brighten the atmosphere. I noticed that her desk was in the corner of the room and felt a bit dark. This definitely doesn’t meet ISO lighting standards, does it?