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Accepting Carlyle’s memo book to write down the appointments, Lovelita asked with a grim face.
“So what do I have to do?”
“You can assist in fixing his schedule and help him whenever he need anything.”
It’s like some kind of Assistant. Lovelita thought so, but she didn’t say anything. It was because one of Siena’s cats was watching the conversation between the two of them with shinning eyes.
Ugh, she hate cats the most in the world!
“In short, he starts work at 9 a.m. Commander, oh, no, excuse me. Lovelita you can organize a detailed report on what happened the day before at least 30 minutes before the leader comes and put it on his desk in the office. When you finish your review…….”
Lovelita was already dead just by skimming through the itinerary she received a while ago.
‘If I were a duke, I’d be more relaxed. Why is he so busy?’
Carlyle introduced it as a simple schedule, but it was complete nonsense. This is because the schedule, which is almost split into minutes, did not even show mealtimes, let alone breaks.
“Do you have any questions?”
Carlyle asked after a long explanation. Lovelita returned to becaming an academic disciple and quickly raised one hand.
“Question number one. Is there no break time?”
“It varies from time to time, so I didn’t put it on the schedule.”
“Then number two, what time is dinner?”
“It also varies from time to time, so I didn’t put it on the schedule.”
“Question number three, is Sienna exploiting Leonhard?”
Carlyle shook her head quickly to a ridiculous question. Then Lovelita, who put a more serious face, grumbled for a long time and asked carefully.
“Hey, is being a duke very difficult?”
How can he carry out such a murderous schedule every day unless he is in need of money?
It has been more than three years since Lovelita became the commander of the first platoon, but she has never had such a tight schedule.
Her schedule is only over [Jamie does what she tells him to do → eat → rest → work]. That was really all what she had ever done.
If the first platoon is working like that, why is the second group so busy?
“All military systems are the same.”
Only then did Carlisle smile when she understood Lovelita’s question.
“It’s just that you’re a little more different.”
That meant that she was lazy.
Carlyle, who had shut down Lovelita at once, put out a Second Platoon uniform with a fresh face. Contrary to the first Platoon white uniform, Lovelita’s expression on the outfit grew darker.
“It reminds me of the Academy days.”
“Yeah, Lovelita is still a model for many of her juniors.”
Carlyle was also from the same Academy of the Kingdom said, but Lovelita just shook her head weakly.
“Back then was the worst time of my life.”
Lovelita, fully dressed in uniform, knocked on the door. And even before she got permission from inside, she already opened the door.
“Well, the Second Platoon uniform looks good on you, too.”
As usual, Leon, who sat as if stuck at his office desk, shrugged his eyebrows and said.
Normally, she would have said a few words to it, but surprisingly, Lovelita quietly put the reports on the desk and plopped on the sofa.
“Let me know if you want me to do anything.”
The strange lazy new Vice-leader was looking at a corner with an uncharacteristically gloomy face.
Leon, who has basic social skills due to the influence of higher education, decided to reached out the one in probation. In short, it means he had decided to meddle with her affairs.
“What’s the matter?”
However, her face meant another thing. Leon broke and spoke in a soft voice.
“I understand, coming under me would have been a great loss to your self-esteem.”
“Oh, otherwise Sienna will try to kill me.”
“It is surprising to think that you are so loyal to the Queen.”
Lovelita leaned her head and looked at Leon. He’s handsome even from his profile side. His face was her cup of tea.
His movements seemed very quick and proficient, with documents being scanned in a second and put signatures on the parts needed, and appropriate remarks on the parts needed to be corrected.
Lovelita asked, looking still at the popped hands.
“Don’t you know?”
“What happened when I gave up the right of succession?”
Still looking at the documents, Leon shook his head.
“I was still a student at the time.”
“Oh, yes, you were.”
Lovelita burst into a small laugh at what suddenly came to her mind.
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