Remarried Empress – Chapter 295. A cold person . (1)
The chairman squinted through his memories, books and journals. It was strange. It was very strange. He had never issued a bill to Queen Rasta within this year.
There was no more chance of publishing it a year ago. She was not even in society at the time, and lived as a poor commoner.
No, it was ridiculous even if she had been hiding herself from society for a while. Empress Rasta used the imperial bill this time.
"Strange…."
The chairman knocked nervously on the handle of the chair. I've never issued a bill, but I still have a record of it.
At that time, the person in charge seemed to have only checked the authenticity of the bill, but there was a certain reluctance when thinking about whether the bill was authentic or not.
The chairman called his secretary back to order.
"Bring both the bill and the bill collected."
"All of it?"
"Yes."
"I have to get to the top…it'll take a while, sir. It's late, so wouldn't it be better to check tomorrow? I'll take it to the headquarters room by tomorrow."
"No, I have to deal with it now. I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I don't let it go now."
The dark voice of the chairman, and the secretary's face darkened, thinking that something serious had happened.
After waiting for about an hour, the secretary appeared with a big box.
The chairman, who sent out his secretary, quickly took out the bill and checked his memory. Also, there is no record of issuing a bill here. Just in case you check the previous year's record.
The next time the bill was issued and retrieved, he replaced it with a specialized magnifying glass.
Using this, it was easy to distinguish between the notes written by Empress Rasta. Royal drafts are issued only to the Emperor and the Empress, but the Bear Corporation has only special arrangements for those bills.
It was an expedient to use it secretly because just by watching the flow of bills from the royal court, you can calculate where to invest, where to rise and where to sink in advance.
"Hmm."
A heavy sigh came from the chairman's mouth.
As expected, the Chamber of Commerce had never issued a bill to the imperial family in a year.
Then it was one of the two.
The huge donation that made the Queen Rasta so highly praised, in fact, was money held by the Emperor.
Or if you used the bill of the empress.
Either way, I'm disappointed.
It was funny that the former pretended to be righteous by praying for the power of the emperor, and the latter used his ex-wife's money, which he had divorced and was very clever.
The chairman, who was cynical about whether Rasta would really be the light of the common people, was very disappointed.
But his moral disappointment wasn't the only real problem.
The chairman went down to the living room and picked up the crumpled newspaper from the opposite side of the fireplace. The newspaper, which left traces of his granddaughter's play tearing at one corner, had a story that his daughter-in-law was reading and kicking her tongue this morning.
"Daddy, have you read this? I think the reporter Joenson had a big fight with the empress. Again. Didn't he write only the Queen's praises before?
At the time, I couldn't hear it properly because I was playing with my grandchildren. I'm sure that….
'Here it is.'
After finding the article written by Joenson, the chairman returned to the room with it and unfolded it under the light.
As I changed it to regular glasses and read the contents step by step, the anxiety that I was reluctant to express was clearly shaped after using the substance.
Reporter Jo Anderson wrote the end of the story, saying he didn't know he would write about the aristocrats' social party as an article, and that Empress Rasta was playing with only male aristocrats.
– Looking down from the top, do you think it's more disturbing where you were? The man who climbed the ladder of his position seems not to look down.
'Before I wrote the story that Queen Rasta's maids were replaced by sinners….'
A number of scandals were already brewing over those who became empress less than a year ago, and those who became empress by listening to all kinds of cheers from the common people.
You seem to know enough about the bill… what if the bill used by Empress Rasta was not the emperor's, but the Queen's note? What if the empress asks for a return for leaving the bill behind, or if the empress' maidens and aides notice it?
I didn't know how the bill would come out even if he kept his mouth shut.
'Worried.'
As Queen Rasta made a huge donation through the Bear Corporation, the Bear Corporation received great praise along with Queen Rasta.
Now it helps the image of Sangho, but if Empress Rasta fell into the mud, Sangho would also stay still and get worse.
"Should I use my hands to cut it….'
The chairman's head began to run thoroughly calculating.
next day
Early in the morning, he went out to the store, and he had his own comb and arranged his complicated hair. When he had a headache, it was his habit to organize his thoughts with a rustling sound.
An employee who knew the chairman's habits asked in surprise on his way to work.
"Mr. Chairman, do you have any concerns?"
"Well, it's about the Queen Rasta."
"The Empress?"
Is there anything we should worry about regarding the Empress? The employee tilted his head and said, "Ah!" and thought of something.
"Are you doing this because of that before?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why didn't I tell you before? When the president was away. The Emperor's knights came and tried to find something about women."
"Woman?"
"Yes. You weren't the empress at the time, were you?"
The employee's words made a clear conclusion in the chairman's head.
Let's draw a line.
The chairman decided that it was a boon.
The emperor's knights may not have anything to do with Empress Rasta. But I can't believe that this series of unpleasant things happened to the empress who was less than a year ago. It was never a good sign.
When the chairman's face got cold, the employee looked at his face, wondering if he had made a slip of the tongue.
"Mr. Chairman…?"
"I'll send someone to the palace."
"What?"
"I need to check something out."
The chairman, who nodded, handed the rain to the employee. While the employee was puzzled when he was handed a broom, the chairman immediately returned to his room and called the secretary.
The morning-sleeping secretary came in with a haggard face, and saw the chairman's puffy eyes and hurriedly washed his face and asked.
"Yes, Chairman."
"Send a man to the palace and tell him that our top spoken word is forged."
"What?"
The secretary jumped with surprise.
"You're lying, aren't you lying? Besides, how important is the top bill, do you mean to say it's forged?"
"Isn't the spoken word not in use at the momentarily.
"That's true, but…."
"It's okay because it's not a draft issued to your Emperor, but just in case you don't know, say you'll change it to a new draft and ask for all the bills. The work will be done in a day, so don't worry and send it."
The secretary's expression went queer. I couldn't seem to have any idea why the chairman was acting so strangely.