With an air of authority, James looked at the papers on his clipboard. His subordinates, seated around the long rectangular table, stared at him with anxious hearts.
He'd adapted to the position of Chief with surprising speed. After all, he'd spent three years as Minister of Agriculture, so he had some experience. It was just a matter of managing people, that's all.
After a long moment, James shifted his gaze to a woman beside him with a grim expression. Her crimson hair hung down, covering her right eye and most of her face. The red scorpion tattoo on her neck was even more striking.
"Section Three's case-solving rate this quarter is a bit low. Alya, you need to pay attention to this. You're responsible for all special cases. If you handle them improperly, it could cause major trouble for Hope Island."
