End of the World? I'm the Boss novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Not Yours

Rolf moved to intereept her. “Ella, our vehicles aren’t that way!”

“I know,” Ella said, turning to face him. “This is our share.”

The expression on Rolf’s face went rigid. “Your share? What do you mean, your share?”

Flushed

Ella looked genuinely puzzled. “Robin collected this as payment from the other bases. It belongs to us.”

“You can’t just…” Rolf’s voice climbed. “That grain belongs to the whole base!”

Eleven hundred sacks.

He’d been operating under the assumption that every sack was communal property, and now Ella was standing there telling him it belonged exclusively to Robin’s group.

Kevin read the air in an instant and took a sharp step back. “Looks like you’ve got some things to sort out, Rolf. I’ll leave you to it.”

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Then he was gone.

An internal fracture.

So that was how it was. Robin operated under the Tyrant Base banner, but she clearly wasn’t anyone Rolf couldly rein in.

Kevin had witnessed something that could easily blow back on him if Rolf decided to save face by taking his humiliation out on a convenient bystander.

Kevin was far too sharp to let himself become that bystander.

Rolf drew in a slow, controlled breath.

He decided this needed to be addressed directly.

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“Ms. Neel.”

“Yes?”

“Ella tells me those 1,100 sacks belong to your group alone?”

Robin turned the question back on him. “Is there a problem with that?”

Rolf’s brow pulled together hard. “Every resource our base acquires gets pooled and redistributed according to each member’s contribution. Taking that grain for yourself without going through that process isn’t exactly by the book.”

Robin tilted her head with a smile. “Redistributed according to contribution?

“Rolf, if we’re actually applying that standard, what we’d be entitled to is a lot more than 1,100 sacks.”

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What are you talking about…”

Finished

Robin’s voice stayed unhurried and even. “Don’t forget, if I hadn’t stepped in yesterday, most of the people standing on this ground right now probably wouldn’t still be alive. And the only reason we moved all this grain as fast as we did is because Vivian took control of the spider queen fast night. I don’t think I need to explain to you what the spider queen is worth

“In other words, Vivian and I are the reason every single one of these bases still has a heartbeat. Eleven hundred sacks for saving that many lives doesn’t seem unreasonable to me.”

Rolf couldn’t find a single word to throw back at her.

Because every word she’d said was true.

He ground his teeth together. “It’s still not how things are supposed to work…”

Robin’s expression settled into something flat and final. “Alright. Since we’re talking about how things are supposed to work, tell me exactly how many sacks you think you should walk away with.”

Rolf blinked. “I’m the commander…”

“If the rules apply to everyone, shouldn’t a commander lead by example?”

“That’s different…”

“How is it different?”

Rolf had the distinct sensation that he should have an entire arsenal of rebuttals available to him. None of

them mater

He finally managed a stiff, frustrated exhale. “We’ll/settle it this way for now. But next time, this is absolutely not how it goes.”

Robin smiled pleasantly. “There won’t be a next time.”

Of course there wouldn’t be.

Because by the time they returned from this run, Tyrant Base would no longer exist inthe form he knew.

Rolf walked away from the exchange with his dignity in splinters, the pressure rolling off him in waves dark enough to feel.

Donald materialized at his elbow with the eager, ingratiating energy of a man trying to be useful. “Rolf, something bothering you?”

Rolf’s face was a storm cloud. He swept a quick look around to confirm no one was within earshot, then dropped his voice to a low, tight murmur. “Donald. Is there any way to get rid of Robin?”

“What?”

Donald nearly came off the ground entirely.

“Keep your voice down!” Rolf snapped, the vein at his temple visibly pulsing.

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Donald caught himself and lowered his voice. “Rolf, why would you want that? Ms. Neel is incredibly powerful. She saved every single one of our lives yesterday. Why would you want to kill her?”

Rolf’s eyes filled with cold, deliberate calculation. “Because she’s too powerful. That’s exactly why she can’t stay.”

Too powerful meant impossible to control.

What had just happened was proof enough of that.

“And think about it. Those people technically joined Tyrant Base, but Robin is the one they answer to. She always will be. As long as she’s around, that group stays its own closed unit. If they’ll never fully answer to me, then what exactly is the point of being commander?

“The only way those people become truly ours is if she’s gone. Robin is formidable, but every single person under her is just as capable. Without her, they lose their center. Without her, they finally become part of this base for real.”

Donald hadn’t expected Rolf to be this ruthless about it.

But the longer he sat with it, the harder it became to argue that Rolf was wrong.

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