>>5587658You make yourself comfortable in your new office over on the eleventh floor of Matsuno Inc. HQ.
Matsui Tomo walks into the room with an easy smile and hands you a folder containing several prospective idols.
<span class="mu-g">”Here are the results from the audition, Nagata-san,”</span> she says, <span class="mu-g">“I’ve assigned each of them a numerical ranking for their skills, their latent potential for that skill, and a possible marketable trait I noticed after reviewing their audition tapes.</span>
You take the folder and flip through the candidates, there’s only three of them, but, then again, you’re only allowed to pick one idol to represent for the time being.
Your brow furrows, it’s difficult.
Back during your HR days you had to pick candidates all the time, but it feels a bit different now knowing you could make or break somebody’s dream with a single decision.
<span class="mu-g">“What happens to the ones I don’t pick?”</span> you ask,trying to keep the concern from your voice.
Matsui Tomo raises her shoulders, shrugging, <span class="mu-g">”The folder will makes its way through the rest of the company and a different manager might pick them up,”</span> she says, then winks, “I just made sure you had the first pick considering that I’m your assistant now.”
Matsui-san seems very capable and you tell her as much.
A different manager may have just nodded and perhaps indulged the assistant with a grunt of approval, but you know the importance of voicing your appreciation.
<span class="mu-g">“Thank you for putting this all together, Matsui-san,”</span> you say with a bright smile.
Matsui almost looks taken aback, but then waves the comment off, “What are you saying?” she says, fighting down a chuckle as a blush warms her cheeks, “That's my job.”
It's time to make a decision.
