A Yokohama CEO's Work Diary [Bungo Stray Dogs]

Yokohama is a dangerous place.

If you want to survive here, and live well, you need at least one or two special skills.

Some people rely on exceptional wit to devise strategies from behind the scenes, while others rely on overwhelming strength to hold down the fort.

As for me? I'm more down-to-earth. I rely on money.

I'm rich. I'm super rich.

Yes, that glittering, golden stuff that can make anyone lose their head with just one glance.

Whoever came up with this stuff knew what they were doing. Just holding it makes you feel secure!

Exceptional wit? How much would it cost to get someone to come up with a plan for me?

Overwhelming strength? Would 2 million an hour get someone to guard my door?

With this reassuring stuff in my hands, I can get anywhere without a hitch, and all my troubles vanish.

If someone ran a public survey asking who you'd most want to be in all of Yokohama, every single one of a hundred people would give my name. And then they'd add, "I can't even imagine how happy I'd be if I could be her! What could she possibly have to worry about?"

My worries...

First of all, as an excellent CEO, I have to WORK!

Nobody likes working! Nobody!

And then...

I look at the bandage-wearing guy, the tiger guy, the bespectacled guy beside me...

Then I turn my gaze to the evil middle-aged guy in that building, the evil orange-haired executive, and the evil sickly guy in black...

Money isn't omnipotent.

Some people consider money to be dirt!

And some people may not consider money to be dirt, but they consider me dirt and want to take all my money!!!

All I want is to earn money in peace, but there's always someone who can't stand to see me do it.

The military police's close scrutiny, the detective agency's covert investigations, and the Port Mafia's two-faced schemes.

I'm having such a hard time! So hard that I immediately submitted a mayoral election application just to annoy everyone.

And successfully made myself everyone's target.

But no matter. There are plenty of people who want my money and my life. First, come have a little chat with my 2-million-an-hour doorman (bodyguard) (private army).

What? You say they can't hold them back? The people who can hold them back consider money dirt, so I can't hire them?

Can't I ask them to help me out sincerely?

If wealth can't sway them, then I still have a little sincerity to offer.

The price is clearly stated, and no one gets special treatment.

But tell me, how much is this sincerity worth per pound?

[Please Note]

1. Original female protagonist, no romantic pairing, first-person narration.

2. The plot does not involve the original work's main storyline.

3. The protagonist is extraordinarily wealthy, but the author has never been rich, so I'll do my best to portray her wealth with my limited imagination.

4. The protagonist's values do not represent the author's values.

5. There may be some out-of-character moments, but I'll do my best to avoid them!

Theme: I am my own eternal ally