I work for the National Paranormal Affairs Department.
There are only three people in our division. My section chief is a balding, middle-aged man who carries a clear water bottle all day, as if terrified nobody will notice the goji berries inside. My colleague is a gloomy-faced fujoshi who spends all day furiously typing novels on her keyboard.
The entire office building looks at us strangely, but I don't think there's anything wrong with that, since I get the highest salary.
Until one day, the goldfish in the office aquarium started talking.
"Hey, you follicle standing over there! Your fish daddy's hungry. Get me some fish food, damn it!"
