Chapter 344: Mr. Alans Cook must go to the front line.
Charles sighed.
Anne pursed her lips and smiled faintly.
Mrs. Aldergund still had a sowhat old-fashioned deanour, but the authority she had always maintained was now nonexistent.
There was no helping it, Mrs. Aldergund only maintained her authority in the presence of her subordinates, like Charles used to be, but the current Charles klen was no longer her subordinate, but rather a person of much higher position.
Charles suddenly felt a sense of wasted effort and shrugged his shoulders, saying, “Anne and I can handle it ourselves; there’s no need for Mrs. Aldergund’s assistance.”
The lady was his “old superior,” who had always taken good care of him at work. Later, when he returned to the Central Office, he asked this old superior for help once or twice, and Mrs. Aldergund did not refuse. In both sentint and reason, it was impossible for him to order his old superior around.
Mrs. Aldergund bowed slightly, preparing to leave. She actually had other matters to attend to, but they were not urgent, and she could help Charles with a small favor. Since he did not need it, she would not behave in an overly fawning manner.
Mrs. Aldergund had been in the Central Governnt Office for a full twenty-two years and had her own set of principles for dealing with people.
Charles thought for a mont and called the lady back, speaking softly, “Anne will be working at the Central Governnt Office, and you’re a veteran here. I ask you to please take good care of her.”
Mrs. Aldergund smiled faintly, nodded, and said, “Indeed, I have a wealth of experience and can help Anne with so minor work matters.”
“This lady…”
Charles imdiately replied, “Anne Brittany! She is heading to the Office of Law Enforcent!”
“Hmm, Anne, what is your position?”
Anne perford a graceful curtsey, thanked Mrs. Aldergund, and then said softly, “I’m an Executor in the Central Governnt Office’s Military Law Enforcent Departnt!”
When Mrs. Aldergund heard the surna Brittany, she was inwardly alard. And when she heard this Miss was actually an Executor in the Central Governnt Office’s Military Law Enforcent Departnt, she stumbled, shocked, and asked, “May I ask your position?”
Anne replied, “24th Rank, First Level Consultative Official.”
Mrs. Aldergund felt turmoil inside. She was just a 37th Rank, Fifth Level Clerk, far from even reaching the Clerk Chief, and there was an exceedingly distant gap between her and a 24th Rank, First Level Consultative Official. To her, Anne was a genuinely important person.
How could she presu to care for this Miss?
The boss of her boss’s boss would probably have to bow and take orders in front of Anne, not daring to show even the slightest semblance of defiance.
This was an insurmountable class difference!
Anne shook her head slightly, knowing that Charles occasionally had a bit of a an streak, though it wasn’t as severe as her senior, Taoles Sui’s, but it was nevertheless quite unpleasant.
This Mrs. Aldergund seed to be a kind person. Although Charles had been jesting, his deanor was very respectful, indicating that when they were colleagues, their relationship had not been bad, and might have even been quite harmonious.
By asking Mrs. Aldergund to take care of Anne, Charles was actually intending for Anne to help take care of his old superior. Anne was an intelligent girl who had picked up on her boyfriend’s intent and was also planning to take care of this stern lady.
Mrs. Aldergund said sowhat nervously, “Miss Brittany, I misspoke earlier.”
Anne smiled slightly and said, “I’ve just graduated from college and have almost no work experience. I indeed need guidance in many areas. If you don’t mind, how about I transfer you to the Office of Law Enforcent later on?”
Mrs. Aldergund was overjoyed; she had not expected there to be a day when she could still be promoted. She thought that she would retire at the position of 37th Rank, Fifth Level Clerk.
Charles and Anne bid farewell to the stern Mrs. Aldergund. They visited several departnts, having the appointnt docunt fully stamped, before finally making their way to the Office of Law Enforcent.
By coincidence, they ran straight into Alans Cook.
Alans Cook was originally from the Logistics Departnt but had been temporarily assigned to the Office of Law Enforcent because he was skilled in taxation. According to the unspoken rules that should not be described, after working for a while, he would have been officially transferred to the Office of Law Enforcent and could even receive a promotion.
Alans Cook was also seen as having limitless prospects. Being of noble birth and not lacking in looks, he was quite popular among the young ladies of the Office of Law Enforcent.
He was chatting leisurely with two ladies while walking out, preparing to have lunch together. As soon as he saw Charles, his expression darkened, and he said begrudgingly, “Mister cklen, are you here to address taxation issues again?”
“Sorry, it’s now ti for the lunch break; we’re not conducting business at the mont.”
Anne hesitated slightly, looking toward Charles, who chuckled softly without responding to Alans Cook. Instead, he explained to Anne, “This Mister Alans Cook, because he doesn’t take kindly to , has used his private powers to investigate several tis, hoping to fra for a few cris.”
Anne said “Oh” and asked, “What is his position?”
Charles answered, “Still at the 26th Rank, I believe?”
He turned back and asked, “Mister Alans Cook, have you been promoted recently?”
Alans Cook did not expect the young couple to act as if he weren’t there and coldly said, “Charles klen, your days of arrogance are numbered.” He then angrily left with the two ladies, not deigning to answer this humiliating question.
He swore to himself that he would launch an investigation as soon as he could and give Charles a thorough reckoning. Last ti, Duchess sunu had hinted at him to stay out of it. Alans Cook had intended to heed the advice of his powerful backer, but now his patience had run out, and he was determined to besmirch Charles’s reputation, even getting him dismissed from the civil service.
Anne made no particular gestures, but accompanied by Charles, she t with the head officer of the Office of Law Enforcent and confird her duties and political identity.
Charles had wanted to invite her to lunch, but Anne declined with a smile, saying, “It is my first day at work, so I ought to be diligent. Co pick up in the afternoon, and we can have coffee together.”
Charles couldn’t understand why Anne had suddenly beco a workaholic, but he still assured her that he would definitely co in the afternoon before drifting away from the Central Governnt Office of Law Enforcent.
Charles had intended to find sowhere to relax but then rembered many of his subordinates’ positions were still unchanged, like Dobin, who was still the pitiful 47th Rank, Third Class Soldier. It was ti he took care of this matter.
Since he was already at the Central Governnt Office, he might as well get these things done.
Charles hurried to visit several related departnts, temporarily putting aside his enemy Alans Cook.
After having lunch, Alans Cook returned to the Office of Law Enforcent with two female colleagues, laughing and chatting, about to start his break. He wasn’t one to work that hard, but then soone delivered a docunt to him.
Annoyed, Alans Cook said, “I am about to take my break and won’t be working for the ti being.”
The Office of Law Enforcent’s clerk said timidly, “It’s not official business, you’ve been transferred.”
Alans Cook thought to himself, “Why would I be transferred?”
He pulled out the docunt and, indeed, he had been transferred, but it wasn’t an internal transfer, he was being sent to “Ferlanden,” the Empire’s largest at grinder!
Alans Cook felt a chill spread through his body; he couldn’t understand how simply going out for lunch could have led to this.
He glanced at the bottom of the docunt, at the signature. The na was unfamiliar, not a colleague he knew, written in a delicate hand, nad Anne Brittany!
Alans Cook stood up and shouted, “Who is so blind as to transfer ? I am Alans Cook, what are you trying to do? Who signed this docunt?”
“Anne Brittany! Do you not want to remain in the Central Governnt Office any longer?”
Alans Cook’s roar could be heard throughout the office.
Many colleagues were startled!
No one knew why Alans Cook had suddenly exploded, and upon hearing of his transfer, many were abuzz with speculation about who had the audacity to offend this privileged young man.
Hearing Alans Cook shout Anne’s na, many people looked toward this beautiful new colleague with complex expressions.
Anne stood up quietly and said, “I signed the transfer order.”
Enraged, Alans Cook bellowed, “I want you to cancel this transfer order imdiately!”
“I’ll be damned if I go to Ferlanden.”
“It seems like you don’t want your job anymore, get out of the Office of Law Enforcent today!”
Anne replied with a slight smile while many officers in the Office of Law Enforcent thought she was very pretty but worried she might be driven out, as Alans Cook’s backing was just too strong.
A senior official hurried over, quickly got to the bottom of the situation, walked up to Anne and said, “Even if your surna is Brittany, you can’t ss around with work like this. Revoke the transfer imdiately.”
Anne calmly replied, “No!”
“Every citizen of the Empire is obligated to serve on the front lines!”
“Mr. Alans Cook, there is no reason for you to always stay in the rear, avoiding war.”
“It is ti for him to serve the Empire.”
The official sneered, “Miss Brittany, if you refuse to cancel this transfer order, it seems like you might need to find a new job.”
Anne took out her appointnt docunt, flipped to the signature page, and slapped it on the official’s face, saying indifferently, “If you think you are higher than this signature, then find another job.”
The official, angrily snatching the docunt, saw the signature was indeed Julius Axler.
Anne’s appointnt went through a special procedure, so her appointnt docunt was personally signed by His Imperial Majesty, complete with Julius Axler’s private seal and the seal of the Chief of Law Enforcent, aning it was beyond dispute!
Glancing at the official, dumbstruck, Anne reclaid her appointnt docunt and calmly stated, “I am Anne Brittany, the daughter of Earl Brittany. My appointnt docunt was personally signed by His Imperial Majesty Julius Axler!”
“Today, I decree: Mr. Alans Cook must be sent to the front lines!”
“Who dares to stop ?”
The Office of Law Enforcent fell into silence!
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