Chapter 88 – Overtime (6)

Is there anyone in this world who wants to work overtime?
No matter how much overtime pay is given, if you are told to choose between overtime and work, everyone will choose work.
When I said something that came from such a natural thought, Grape was startled and embarrassed, as if he didn’t know why I would refuse.

“Uh… ? Shi, don’t you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, maybe I’m busy today… ?”
“No? I will go home quickly and rest.”

Even if you don’t have any specific plans, it’s much more rewarding and fulfilling to spend time at home without thinking about it than working until late at night at the company.
Why does Grape keep refusing to work overtime, as if he’s addicted to work? Looked at me with eyes that

“… You’re not working overtime alone, Mr. Anger, are you? If Mr. Anger does it, I will do it too.”
“Then, if I don’t work overtime, it would be nice if Mr. Grape could leave work early too.”

With sincerity, I once again gently declined Grape’s overtime request.
Grape then crossed his arms and asked again in a wet voice as if he had been rejected.

“Anger, when I gave you the gift, I told you that I might have to work overtime…”
“… Uh, yes.”

After hearing Grape’s words, I remembered what I had heard when I received the brown sheep doll.
I didn’t pay attention to it because I thought it was a silence to hide my identity as a magical girl, but it seems like she said something like that.
Already a gift… It’s hard to refuse overtime work now that I’ve accepted bribes.

“… What is your reason for working overtime?”
“We want to speed up the development… You can think of it as a lack of work. Just a little more?”
“Then, if the manager helps, won’t we not have to work overtime?”
“Since the manager has other things to do… Just working overtime… Can’t you do it? I’ll buy you dinner too.”
“Haaa…”

Still, I didn’t give up and tried to refuse somehow, but in the end I heard Grape’s words, sighed and nodded his head.
In the first place, Grape is the team leader, even though he became close with him.
Even if it is a task that is difficult for me to understand, I have no choice but to do it if my boss tells me to do it.

“Okay, working overtime…”
“… Are you okay?”

Grape said that he would work overtime, but when he saw me sigh, he hesitated as if his conscience was pricked.
Feeling confused about working overtime, I lay down on the chair again and nodded.

“Yes I’m okay.”
“Then, will I go to dinner? Night Shift… Are you doing it?”
“Yes.”

After Grape heard my confirmation, he slowly backed away and left the office.
Even so, as if hesitating about something, I hear a voice muttering in a small voice, “Isn’t this it?”

“Whoa…”

Shortly after Grape left the office, I sighed at the sudden overtime news and got up from my seat.
If you want to increase your workload, you have no choice but to increase it.
No matter how hard you work and fill the workload, if the team leader says you will have to work overtime, it is true that you have to work overtime.

With the overtime work already confirmed, I took out a yogurt with Grape’s name on it from the refrigerator in the kitchen room, thinking that I should fill it up by eating the yogurt Grape told me to eat.
It’s peach flavored yogurt.
It wasn’t delicious enough to relieve my anger over the sudden overtime work, but it was still worth eating.

Why the hell do I have to work overtime all of a sudden?
If you think about it, it is true that you have to work overtime as Grape said.
The work I am doing is really close to simple labor.
It takes time to work as it is a task of simply transcribing, arranging, and applying data, where you have to look at the data and input it as data.
No matter how hard you work, it is difficult to shorten your working hours, and as the amount of work increases, your working hours will increase as well.

Grape doesn’t take that long to review, but it does take a long time to create material for review.
When Grape says he wants to speed things up, of course I have to do more work, create more materials, and spend more time.
It’s true that you have to work overtime if you don’t have enough time.

I ate all of my yogurt in the office alone, convincing myself that, regardless of what I didn’t like, Grape would have to work overtime if he wanted to speed things up.
As he takes the finished yogurt and throws it in the trash, the office entrance opens and the manager and other employees enter.

“Hey, does the new menu taste good? I hope I will eat this next time.”
“I know? Crispy well fried… Huh… ? Anger, hold on a second.”
“Yes?”

As I approached the office door to go to the bathroom for a while, I was suddenly stopped by the manager and only turned my head back to look back.
The chief looked down at the trash can, looked at me strangely, and waved his hand like he was chasing bugs.

“No no… See you.”

If that’s the case, why did you call me?
Did you forget why you called me as soon as you called me?
Leaving behind the manager, who seemed to be suffering from dementia, I quickly went to the bathroom and left the office thinking that I should get some more sleep.

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“Thank you for your hard work~”

After lunch break, time passed without incident until work time.
I thought that I had to work overtime anyway, so I didn’t concentrate properly on my work, and I worked roughly and passed the time in moderation.
Normally, I would finish my work quickly and pass the time pretending it wasn’t over yet, but today I didn’t feel like it.

“Chief, aren’t you off work?”

When it was time to leave, the staff all got ready to go home, but Grape and I weren’t getting up.
The staff, who hadn’t said anything to me as I was sitting still, started talking to me one by one, probably thinking it was strange to see Grape not leaving work.

“Ah, I… I’m going to work overtime today.”
“Night Shift? Why? Aren’t you done?”
“It’s not that things aren’t over… Is there anything else you want to do? Please go home first, I will be home in a little while.”

It is not that common for Grape to work overtime, who always emphasizes the need to leave work on time, a balance between work and life, and to leave employees on time.
Employees who knew that Grape only worked overtime when they really needed it, when they were really in a hurry, listened to Grape and asked in bewilderment.

“Have we been busy? Shall I stay?”
“No… A little bit, a little bit.”

If the team leader says that the staff will stay, that is something that can come out because he has always thought of his staff.
Grape waved his hand and refused, saying he was really fine, and urged people to leave work quickly.
One of the people leaving work like that, the manager, saw me sitting still and suddenly came up to me and asked if I thought something was strange.

“Isn’t Anger out of work?”
“I am…”
“Ah! Mr. Anger… I asked for some help.”

Grape, who had heard the chief’s words, suddenly approached and answered in my place.
Then the section chief looked at Grape with strange eyes and then clicked his tongue and said,

“Look at it again… Anger, that’s why I told you to work hard.”
“Yes?”
“The team leader is having a lot of trouble, uh…”
“What a pain! Hurry up, go quickly!”

Grape pushed the manager, who was looking at me pathetically, on the back and sent him out of the office.
What the manager said remains in my head and feels absurd.
Do you work hard… ?
I worked really hard, but Grape asked me to work overtime?

“Everybody is gone… Joe, is it a little hot?”
“Yes…”

After sending everyone out, Grape checked the other employees going down the elevator and pulled a chair right next to me.
I felt a little chilly in the office where people had left, but Grape suddenly unbuttoned his shirt, saying that it was hot, as if he felt different from me.
Grape, whose shirt is open, exposing his huge breasts, blushes and looks at me.

“Night Shift… Should?”

It’s a sticky yet quiet voice that’s completely different from when you’re working.
As soon as I heard Grape’s voice, I felt my heart pounding, but my sexual desire was suppressed by the dissatisfaction with the reality of working overtime, and I replied in a calm voice.

“Let’s finish quickly…”

Even if it was overtime, there was nothing special about it.
I work as I normally do, and make the additional amount of grapes requested.
I wanted to make it in advance while working, but now the purpose of Grape working overtime is to make more and make it faster.

Even if I work hard and make it to the point where I don’t think I’ll be asked to work overtime at this level, if Grape asks me to do a little more here, it’s just that I’ve increased my work on my own.
From now on, I will only work as hard as my quota.
I focused on work with the thought of finishing quickly and leaving work.

“… Anger, you work very hard.”
“Yes…”
“Hey, shall we have dinner?”
“No, I have to finish it before it’s time to eat a late-night snack.”

Grape sat quietly in the seat next to me, as if watching over me.
I want to finish it quickly and go home, but I can’t help but concentrate on my work because I’m watching from the side.
As I continued to hit the typewriter with my eyes fixed on the monitor, Grape gave out a slightly dissatisfied voice for some reason.

“Isn’t this…”
“Yes? What’s wrong?”
“No? I’m doing well, I’m doing well… Ugh… No… Haaa…”

There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I am writing, but I keep sighing as to what was wrong.
It’s a bit nerve-wracking, but I need to focus on my work in order to get off work quickly.
I completely ignored Grape’s reaction and continued working.
The goal is to finish it all in one hour.

“… Mr. Anger?”
“Yes?”
“Oh, take it easy… What you do…”
“I want to hurry up and go home.”
“… Don’t you like working overtime together?”
“I hate working overtime.”

I said a very obvious thing and put my finger to my lips to stop talking anymore.
I want to focus on work.

“… This is not it.”

As a result of immersing myself in my work, ignoring Grape who kept bothering me, going to the other side of the partition, raising his chest on top of the partition and looking down, sitting with his hips on the desk, and even leaning his head on my shoulder right next to me. In a little over an hour, I was able to finish all the work Grape asked me to do more of.
After uploading the edited data to the company database and sending Grape a work email, I sighed and motioned for Grape to go to his seat as if I was exhausted.

“Now, Mr. Grape, please go and work quickly.”
“… Yes.”