"As for observation, let's forget it. It's normal for young people to have a few little secrets; we don't have the right to demand he write everything in a diary for us to read..."
After a pause, the middle-aged man continued, "As for duty reassignments, you can discuss that among yourselves. However, it would be best to consider his personal development wishes. Didn't Personnel ask him to fill out a form?"
"Uh..."
The secretary was silent for a long time, his expression like he'd eaten shit. "He did," he admitted.
"Hmm." The middle-aged man nonchalantly picked up his teacup. "What did he fill in?"
Under everyone's focused gaze, the secretary picked up the form, his voice numb as he read, "Development aspirations: study hard, hit the books... and then get into the Vienna Music University, COUGH COUGH, to become a Cellist useful to Current Circumstances."
"..."
