Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 993

Chapter 993: Furious Chairman

Across the Pacific it was still the evening before, and the top floor of the Association’s headquarters had exactly one office with its lights on.

Grace stood in front of the wall screen with her arms crossed, watching a parade ground in Tokyo lose its collective mind in high definition. The international feed’s banner sat in the corner of the frame. He’s here. Fighting with us.

She had been staring at the smaller line beneath it for a while now.

Kaiden Grey stands with Japan.

Behind her, the Chairman had abandoned the report in his lap around the time a foreign nation’s ruling council started running attack ads.

"Listen to him," Grace said quietly. The feed was replaying the speech with subtitles. Your own people, your own classes, your own dead.

"Every audit we signed off on came back clean. Every compliance letter was answered the night it arrived. He did everything we ever asked of him, and more."

"That’s right. He did."

"And for it, the Bureau turned his front office into a warehouse. State sent six black sedans up his driveway. When two rounds of auditing found nothing, somebody scheduled an assessment of his dog." Her voice had gone hard. "They drove him to the other side of the planet, sir."

The Chairman looked. On screen, Kaiden was grinning at a foreign army like it was his own housewarming.

"Tell me again what your routing file says," he said.

"Three of the complaints that bought that investigation were sworn by fighters who signed with Radiant the same month."

"Haaah... What a blunder," the Chairman sighed.

Then he set the report on the floor beside his chair, a thing Grace had never once seen him do.

"What do we still owe them?" he asked.

"Owe them?"

"From the competition."

Grace knew it by heart. "The champion gear package."

He watched the two guilds’ roar loop again, a nation advertising its love for the man his own country had answered with auditors.

"Then we settle what can be settled tonight," he said. "Tell them we’re ready to begin the crafting process at any moment."

"Sir... I’m afraid this is too little, too late."

The man exhaled wearily for the second time.

"I know. But at this point, I owe it to my country to do whatever I can. This mistake must be corrected, no matter the cost."

"...Understood." Grace pulled out her tablet and started drafting the order where she stood.

"State called this afternoon," she added without looking up. "They would like the Association to reinforce the administration’s message."

"The administration’s message is six sedans. Tell them to screw themselves."

"Gladly."

The Chairman rose and buttoned his jacket. "Get me the appropriations committee in the morning. Your inquiry carries my name from now on, and I will read them the routing myself, page by page. Even if the rest of the government isn’t willing to move, I am."

On the screen, the two guilds’ roar looped once more. Neither of them turned it off.

"Disgusting..." the Chairman muttered under his breath, though his word wasn’t aimed at the man on the screen, but at his supposed allies in suits.

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