Chapter 10
In the atmosphere where self-loathing and futility intertwined, the woman lifting dumbbells for arm exercises spoke with a blank expression.
"Did the great Miller family make a huge donation or something? How can we stop that? After all, it’s the Millers."
"Dammit, fucking hell!"
Another man cursed harshly. Everyone was upset by the injustice of the situation, but as the woman had said, there was nothing they could do. All they could do was vent their frustration by lifting weights faster than usual or spewing curses.
"On the other hand, if we think about it, they must be getting something out of this too. We'll probably benefit somehow, like improved facilities or new equipment."
Another woman added, trying to offer some comfort, but everyone muttered curses under their breath with disgruntled faces.
"Anyway, the conclusion is the same. We're in a pretty shitty situation right now."
The clear conclusion from one of their colleagues was met with unanimous agreement. Then another colleague spoke up.
"Since it's come to this, how about we give him a fiery welcome?"
For a moment, they looked at each other, their faces blank. But as they quickly realized what "fiery welcome" meant, their faces broke into strange smiles. It was, of course, a completely different story from the "pleasant welcome party" the chief had mentioned.
It might even be more fun.
One by one, they began agreeing with the idea.