Chapter 582 – Delegating Jobs

Chapter 582 – Delegating Jobs

“Alright, here is Eliza’s phone,” John placed it on the table as he finished giving instructions to Tamara. “I’ll be calling in when I have the time, so please pick up for her.” Eliza herself had been placed on the couch, the handcart parked as best it could be in a corner of the room. “Here is another one for you,” he placed the spare flip phone he had used to call the Horned Rat next to it, “use it in case of emergency.”

He would likely hear about it from Scarlett before her, if she even survived that emergency, but Tamara didn’t know that and he was not about to inform her about it. That aside, everything had been set. Arrangements regarding the way Tamara would cope with new withdrawal symptoms had been made, knowledge where cameras were shared, the fridge stocked and everything designed so the two unlikely roommates could enjoy this week with each other. Only the human element was likely to lead to some problems.

Nevertheless, John left that room with Aclysia shortly thereafter, since he had nothing more to do. He tried to give Eliza at least a head pat before he left, but since she snapped at his fingers the moment they made contact with her head, something he only barely pulled away from in time, even that had been too risky.

“Jesus, let Eliza control that beast sometime soon,” he almost prayed in earnest as he wandered back to the teleporter.

“That’d certainly be nice,” Rave agreed from the other end. “As much as I would love to keep chatting, I think ya gotta do things now, right?”NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

“Yeah,” the Gamer agreed. Now that he had solved one problem, it was time to address another. Namely, the chain of command between all the departments had to be sorted out. With a quick goodbye and demand to be told what the whole catgirl thing was about later, Rave hung up the phone to leave John to it.

Magoi was on vacation, well earned with how much John kept relying on him for things. Although it was slightly disrespectful, John didn’t trust Magnus to take over all of his father’s responsibilities. The eldest of the Magus children was reliable, without a doubt, but he had none of the talent, charisma or experience the High Fateweaver had.

Nevertheless, John was giving Magnus a lot of what his father would have to do in the Gamer’s absence. This happened because John recognized the need to give Magnus that experience, since he was going to succeed Magoi as one of the most important people in Fusion one day. Furthermore, Magoi insisted on it and John wasn’t about to deny a called in favour from the raptor-masked fellow.

Magnus would therefore be responsible to keep Fusion, the Hudson Barrier in particular, organized in the case of emergency. He would be the one to oversee public constructions in the barrier, and should diplomats come by, it would be his job to greet them.

For everything else, John would normally delegate things to Rave. Already publicly known as his girlfriend, quite powerful in her own rights and with experience in administration of the non-bureaucratic variety, not to mention charming, beautiful and all that jazz, she was a pretty suitable stand-in for his non-elected position as president.

Problem being she wasn’t here at the moment.

However, the non-elected part partly solved his problems since he could leave a lot of the paperwork to the now elected district representative and the rest to his now pretty well worked in bureau. John was still somewhat uncomfortable with this, since it left much of his guild in the hands of people he only barely knew.

As it was, of his harem, only Scarlett and Eliza would remain in New York. The latter was, of course, useless in this predicament, but the former put John somewhat at ease as he was pretty sure she would be able to keep any internal combustion from occurring through manipulation under the surface. Still, no one was around that could act as his chosen representative. No one he trusted completely, anyway.

‘Perhaps this is a good time to start the General Assembly?’ John asked himself as he teleported onto the ceiling of his palace. The representatives had been elected, but the actual government body had not been put in session yet. He kept pushing it off, as he never felt like he had the time to deal with all of the consequences of putting Congress into action.

“She’ll listen,” was Chemilia’s entire answer and John trusted her enough to believe that.

“Alright then, I am leaving on Monday, so you should probably come here as quickly as possible. I’ll have everything arranged that people know you’re in charge of grand strategy until I get back.” Carefully formulating, he added. “You can also ask about the current plans after getting your new leg.”

There was a cracking sound as a third person entered the call. “You can just say ‘ask Scarlett about it’,” the Technomancer stated in a bored tone. “Anyway, I am on board with this plan. So, go ahead and come on over.”

“...Well, you heard her,” said John while stepping off the stairs and walking towards his apartment. “Any further questions?”

“Nah,” Chemilia waved off. “Just put it all into paperwork so the bureaucrats have something to shut up about.”

“Basically, done already,” John informed her. He had forms for delegating powers where he only needed to put in name and duration, as well as put his signature under it. The formality of it was the easiest part. “Alright, see you tomorrow then,” he finished up the conversation and threw his phone into his inventory afterwards.

“What does the schedule demand of you next, Master?” Aclysia asked.

“I actually have a bit of me time now,” he told her. “You know, having lunch, training with the contact lenses some more, having sex, probably not in that order.”

“I would be more than happy to assist with all of those,” the weaponized maid declared immediately, grabbing his left arm as they walked. Immediately, John’s cock began to swell in his pants.

“Alright, let’s see if we can’t combine these activities for some time saving,” he said with a wide grin. Blowjobs under the table was an easy way to get two things done at the same time. Similarly, he didn’t have to make all contact lens training about just walking. Fucking her doggystyle throughout the room was its own exercise at moving.

Aclysia was open to do anything, so they entered John’s apartment to get the more relaxed activity done first. There was still goulash, so he was quickly presented with a hot plate of that, only for the caring white-hair to vanish under the table. A moment later, there was the depraved echo of Aclysia’s soft lips sucking greedily on her own preferred meal.

‘This is the life,’ John thought as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the duality of pleasures which his own tongue and that of Aclysia granted him. As he had used the time Aclysia needed to heat his dinner to fiddle in the lenses again, this actually had the intended effect. Closing his eyes would have done fairly little if he was still watching through his glasses.

Slowly eating, not wanting any involuntary moan to cause him to spill anything, John thought about what he had to do on Sunday. The list was extensive but summarized by: nothing of particular importance. Indeed, there was only one thing, happening around midnight, that may have his attention.

Does the catgirl show happen?