"Excuse me, sir. The data you requested last time."

Made Fur Films, Bacon's Office, USA.

A member of the staff who rushed down the corridor gave Bacon a piece of paper that looked a little messy.

In fact, it is true that the quality of the document seems to be inferior to that of the renowned Made Fur Films.

It's not exactly organized at a glance.

To be honest, it looked like data that could only be used for high school students' projects.

But Bacon took it for granted and didn't complain a bit.

"That was quick. Thank you."

"If you're in an emergency, you're in an emergency. You rarely say that in the first place. Anyway, what else do you need?"

"No, go do your job."

"Yep!"

Because that's how they work.

If anyone else saw it, they could complain, "How can a company of this size work so poorly?" But it wasn't for Bacon.

Practicality, and speed. I only wanted two things. I didn't need anything else.

Nicely arranged material, neat appearance, was just a facade for Bacon.

All you have to do is contain the information you want, and all you have to do is connect your mind.

So Bacon and his staff were a little closer to other office workers.

A relationship closer to a senior than a boss.

The material I urgently requested this time was the ratings of the documentary program that was almost over.

"Well, I knew it, I knew it."

Looking over lightly, he nodded and fixed his eyes.