Division 13 - The Boss

The weathered wooden doors creaked as I lightly pushed them open, peaking my head inside, expecting to see the building filled with Detectives rushing around carrying paperwork and answering  multiple phones at the same time. Instead I saw nothing. More precisely, the light intensity of the room was 0.2 nits, meaning my photogrpahic eyes took a while to focus and readjust to the dim-lit conditions. Fortunately, a single streak of light strained through a broken piece of glass. I stepped through cautiously on high alert, ready for any threat from every possible direction. But still, I wasn't prepared for that  rat to suddenly race across my feet from out of nowhere. The only way that pest escaped from my preliminary threat check, was if there was a hidden hole in the wall. Ahead of me was a staircase leading up to the second floor. Judging from the grains, it is most likely made from an Oak tree, making it a very expensive addition to a building that does not look it. From this information I can induce that the building was actually rather luxurious  a few deceades ago. Creak! Creak! The staircrase groaned for every step I took. Note for thyself: stairs useful for alerting of any unwanted visitors.  

As I neared the top of the stairs, I heard shouts of pure anger. Worried to anger the person further, I quietly said 'Excuse me?'. No reply. Increaing my volume from 5 deciblels to 15 decibels, i again said 'Excuse me.'.  'What do you want?!' an energetic voice replied. 'Um... I am the newly appointed Detective Constable...' '...oh thats you. What time do you call this, huh? Ten minutes late, that is unacceptable - your punishment...' My heartbeat quickened. '...ten pushups...' A sigh of relief washed over me. '..per second that you were late!'

My mind raced: 1 minute is 60 seconds, 10 times 60 seconds is 600 times that by 10 is 6000 pushups! I very nearly fainted, but I maintained my composure and exclaimed 'Yes Sir!' Out of thin air, he bursted out laughing the most sisnister laugh I have ever heard. 'You...you actually thought that I would punish you for being late. Hahaha! Yeah right. My name is Detective Inspector Daitan Kai, but you can call me boss. Ha, just kidding call me Kai, but don't forget I am your boss.'  

The person before me confused me very much. He was very well built, with abs piercing true his t-shirt saturated in sweat. He was tall and had broad shoulders. His face was chiseled and his hair was bright red, which did not suit his profession. He didn't seem; how can I say - 'intellectual'. 

Kai then led me to a desk, that probably had seen better days. As I settled into my 'new' desk, Kai walked away into a  dark-lit room at the back.  He later returned with a box filled with paperwork. When he dropped it on the desk a cloud of dust formed. He said with a stern face 'This box is filled with minor complaints; I want you to complete everything in here by the end of the week.' 

I was stunned. On a quick look there were more than 100 complaints. I could only complete 10 a day. My first task given to me was near impossible! I thought Kai, my boss, was a good-for-nothing only focussed on his muscles; but it seems that he is serious when it comes to his duty. 

Turns out he didn't want to do it so he made me do it. But  I might have another newly appointed detective constable (like me) help me out with my first task.