Enforcer Manual
Chapter 390: Beware of Workplace PUA_1

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Beware of Workplace PUA_1

The sudden greeting in a text message caused Grey Farmar’s heartbeat to skip half a beat.

A few short words were enough to remind him of many things.

For example, the process by which he had single-handedly promoted Medea from a section head to the director of the external department of Cloud Biological Pharmaceutical, step by step. Because of her position, her stays in District 2 became shorter and shorter, but occasionally on such afternoons, they still peacefully took the elevator down together, walked into the company cafe, and sat down to use the rare time to talk about work, life, and their faith in the company.

However, he simply couldn’t figure out how Medea managed to survive with her nearly scrapped body under the pursuit of the Hunting Team.

"Medea, are you still alive?"

After a long silence, Grey tentatively sent a reply.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the office suddenly felt colder, a coldness that was different from a drop in temperature, but rather stemmed from deep within.

The fear of the unknown, or more precisely, the fear of a ghost.

But he had still recognized the sender’s identity at the first opportunity, knowing that no member of the council would greet him with such an almost frivolous tone.

Yet ten full minutes had passed since he sent the message, and still no reply came. This made Grey shift from his initial panic to some anxiety. His mind struggled and conflicted; he feared Medea had indeed resurrected from death, but couldn’t help wanting to establish contact because...

If the rumors about Medea, the Pollution Master, were true, then he might be able to get firsthand information about the Void from her.

For the company, this was an important breakthrough.

...

"You’re not replying to the message?"

On the other side, Bai Zhu looked at the composed Medea who sat with her legs crossed, flipping through the midday news for District 17, seemingly without any intention of responding to Grey.

"Just leave him hanging."

Without lifting her head, Medea said, "When there’s something you really want to understand but receive no response, your state of mind changes, like a kitten scratching at you. The longer this feeling lasts, the greater its impact on your judgment."

Bai Zhu understood. She had heard the same theory not long ago and with a sure tone said, "You’re ’KFCing’ him."

That comment instantly stiffened Medea’s expression, and all her composure faltered. "Sis, that’s called ’PUA’. Where did you hear about ’KFC’?"

She never imagined that Bai Zhu, who always strived for accuracy, would one day utter such an absurd term in such a serious tone.

"Song Lan said it."

Bai Zhu also looked puzzled, "I ran into him the other day in the lounge and just happened to talk about this topic. He even charged me 50 watts for the lesson."

She didn’t quite grasp these intricacies of interpersonal communication. She had spent the first half of her life in a research facility, working with formulas and virtual data daily. In the world of the net, personal emotions were insignificant and unnecessary for interactions. All her personal needs were taken care of by Neutral Country and her assistant.

In District 17, the only difference was the location of her work. She didn’t need to worry about issues outside of work, as Bug Swarm and Law Enforcers departments would handle everything properly.

As someone who would not leave her research unless absolutely necessary, occasionally hearing about interpersonal topics was still fresh and new to her.

"It’s very common office politics."

Medea didn’t know what KFC was, nor did she want to dwell too long on this new term that had appeared out of nowhere, "From a psychological standpoint, this method helps to strengthen subordinates’ compliance, maintaining a high level of consistency in thought with you. In the company’s daily operations, it’s not necessary for the mid to lower-level employees to have too many unnecessary thoughts."

Whether it’s office politics or the ideology of corporate supremacy, the ultimate goal is to make employees serve the company loyally.

"It’s so profound; thankfully, I’ve never worked in a big company."

Bai Zhu exclaimed. Overly open personal styles and the cutthroat office politics were not suitable for someone like her who wanted to focus on her research.

"That’s really too bad, the company actually likes employees like you the most."

As they conversed, a message came in.

"Where are you? Have you met Fengling privately? What exactly are your motives?"

The barrage of questions unequivocally displayed Grey’s current state of mind. As a member of the core management of Cloud Biological Pharmaceutical, he was not supposed to indulge in too much personal emotion, but it seemed the reality of the Void and the living dead had put too much psychological pressure on him.

Medea still did not reply, she just pursed her lips and began flipping through the midday news again.

On the other side.

Gray Farmar was enveloped in silence, his gaze fixed on the once again darkened screen of his phone for a long time as the emotions welling up inside him began to subside a bit.

Stay calm, stay calm!

Perhaps he was overthinking it, the other party might just be a bored hacker using Medea as a front.

Looking at his continual barrage of questions, he felt some regret, his impatient tone played right into the other party’s hands, he had to push personal feelings aside, think rationally...

The phone chimed.

All of Gray’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt, he opened the message from the other party as if under a spell, the cryptic emoji sent his blood pressure soaring through the roof.

Whoever was sending the messages, they didn’t answer any of his questions.

Logic told him that he should end this conversation promptly, but the mere two messages made it impossible for him to suppress the turbulent emotions within. Just as he shifted his gaze away from the screen, an endless stream of thoughts began to invade his mind relentlessly.

Could this person actually be Medea?

Had she strayed into the Void to avoid the Hunting Team and the criminal forces "outside"?

How did she get my contact information, and why send me a text now?

Gray steadied himself and took a deep breath.

He had to seize control of the conversation, rationality gradually took precedence, since the other party had reached out to him, they must need something from him.

That’s right, he should be the one in control!

With that in mind, he refrained from asking further questions and instead drafted a new message with a threatening tone:

"Whoever you are, whatever you are planning, if you send another message like this with unclear intentions, I will immediately terminate all communication with you."

He finished editing and sent the message.

Having done all this, Gray finally let out the breath he had been holding.

But the next moment, a red exclamation mark on the screen made his eyes bulge, as if they were about to fill with blood vessels.

When anger surges to its peak in an instant, consciousness can experience a brief void, causing thoughts to become utterly scrambled and making it difficult to form a single effective sentence.

The only thing left in Gray’s mind at this moment.

Before his grand ultimatum was sent, the other party had already blocked him.

Whether it was the boldness of his ultimatum or his determination to regain the upper hand in the conversation, both were halted by that glaring red exclamation mark.

His footsteps felt unsteady, his left hand unconsciously touched his forehead.

Right now, it felt like throwing a punch to sound a counterattack, not hitting the enemy, and instead spraining his own back.

He was almost grinding his teeth to pieces, standing there, staring as the time ticked by on his phone screen.

Time was passing minute by minute, but it seemed the other party really had no intention to reply to him anymore.

Medea, that ***—!

She...

She,

How dare she!?

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