Working under the Executive Bureau of Mystic Order, specifically the Second Division, turned out to be far more relaxing than Eric Aldaman had ever anticipated.
His first day on the job had been remarkably uneventful. Joseph and Xander arrived late, nonchalant and carefree. Joseph immediately dove into a fast-paced action game, his focus absorbed by the console. Xander claimed the second TV, indulging in an anime series that, to Eric's dismay, featured an excessive amount of fan service and barely a coherent plot. As for Gerald, the division's leader? He excused himself shortly after he arrived at the office and vanished without a word on where he was headed or when he might return.
And Eric? He sat there. Watching. Waiting. Wondering if this was the standard protocol for the job or if he'd stumbled into a team that had long since abandoned any semblance of a work ethic.
