These Troublesome Coworkers

I accidentally got into the military police academy and joined the Hounds. What I got instead was a group of coworkers who could give me a heart attack.

Coworker A: I think cola would taste better with soy sauce in it. After all, they're both the same color.

So that's why you put soy sauce in my cola?

Coworker B: This perfume smells awful. How about I take care of it for you?

So that's why you poured out my bottle of top-quality French perfume?

Coworker C: Evil must be purged.

So that's why you had to drag me out on a mission during my break?

Coworker D: Sorry, I accidentally let one rip.

I'll let that one slide. He's my superior, so I can't very well hit him.

Coworker E: I hear he's gone undercover with the Port Mafia. We don't get to see each other much, but he's the only normal one among the Hounds.

I, Toyama Masako, want to quit today, too. (P.S. If this goes on, I can't guarantee nothing disastrous will happen.)

The nice guy at the detective agency next door even got me a resignation form.

The Port Mafia across the street isn't bad either, especially that handsome orange-haired guy.

Wait, what if they're as troublesome as Jono Saigiku? Or what if they're muscleheads like Suehiro Tetchou?

I'm exhausted. By the way, my dream is to retire at twenty-six.

Theme: Finding love perfectly while pursuing a career.