“That little girl is still acting cocky. Do you even know what the Underworld Affairs Bureau does?” Jason Grant casually tossed Grace Lincoln’s resume onto the desk. “This is the kind of work I do.”

“What kind of work?” Grace Lincoln didn’t catch on right away.

“The kind of work that almost scared you into wetting your pants that night.” Jason Grant leaned forward, and that chilling voice instantly made Grace Lincoln’s hair stand on end.

“Catching ghosts?!” Grace Lincoln covered her mouth, looking as terrified as if she’d really seen a ghost. “Are you kidding me? The notice said the Underworld Affairs Bureau is a public institution. You can get a government job for catching ghosts?”

“Of course! Catching ghosts is a super high-risk job. These things are scarier than terrorists—SWAT can’t even handle them. If they didn’t give us civil servant benefits, who in their right mind would chase these things around every day? You really think Taoists and exorcists are all brainless? That’s right, not only do we have public institution status and civil servant benefits, we even get housing perks. But I bet your interview letter didn’t mention that the death rate for new hires in the first year is 50%; after one year, it’s 53%...”

“Why does the death rate go up the longer you work? Shouldn’t you get better at it?” Grace Lincoln was completely stunned.

“That’s just how the Underworld Affairs Bureau is. Tasks are assigned by level—the longer you work, the more you get promoted, the more dangerous the missions, and naturally, the higher the death rate. So, we’re basically a bunch of street sorcerers living with our heads hanging by a thread. The benefits are good, but there’s no guarantee for tomorrow. No one knows where they’ll meet their end. This really isn’t a job for ordinary people like you, so you’d better just leave.” Jason Grant said earnestly.

Grace Lincoln fell silent. She had never encountered anything like this before and couldn’t react for a moment.

After thinking it over, Grace Lincoln quietly tried to negotiate, “Does everyone really have to catch ghosts? The employees outside don’t look like ghost hunters, and the clerk who received me just now—those jobs I can do. I’m fine with logistics and support. I don’t need a public institution position; contract work is fine, and I don’t mind a lower salary as long as there’s room and board. To be honest, I’ve been living in an internet café for the past three days. It’s filthy and reeks of smoke—I’m about to lose my mind.”

“Sorry, all the other positions are filled. Please leave.” Jason Grant bit down on the lollipop in his mouth and insisted.

“I get it, you’re messing with me on purpose. Just because I hit you twice, you sent me the letter to come here, only to reject me. Do you really find it that amusing to humiliate me?” Grace Lincoln’s eyes turned red, a wave of helpless grievance washing over her.

“You really have a bad memory—it was three times. Who do you think kicked me out of the police car?” Jason Grant gestured toward the door. “Go on, don’t come back. Don’t try to step into my world. All that’s here is death…”

Full of resentment, Grace Lincoln packed up her things, but as soon as she stepped out the door, she was bounced right back… That’s right, bounced right back.

A woman in a black silk suit walked in. She was about the same height as Grace Lincoln, looked no older than 28 or 29, exuding a blend of seductive charm and intellectual grace. Her long, wavy, fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders.

The most striking thing was how her suit jacket struggled to contain her impressive chest—like the Mount Everest of the human world. It looked like the jacket was on its last legs, ready to burst at any moment.

And it was this pair of “assets” that had bounced Grace Lincoln back into the room…

“New hires these days really have no patience. I wasn’t even here yet and you were already trying to leave.” The woman put one hand on her hip, glanced at Grace Lincoln’s tearful face, then at Jason Grant, who was sweating bullets in her chair, and immediately understood.

“You brat, looks like this is your doing. Get out of my chair, now!”

At her shout, Jason Grant sprang up like a spring, grinning. “Godmother, you’re done with your meeting? You work so hard, getting dragged around all morning. I just thought your seat was cold, so I was warming it up for you.”

“Don’t try to cozy up to me. I never acknowledged you as my godson. And even if you called me grandma, you can forget about getting any special treatment for your promotion.” With that, the woman sat back down in her boss’s chair.

“I wouldn’t dare call you grandma—that’d make you ‘Old Godmother’! I just felt bad that you’re so busy, so I came to check on you. Happened to run into this girl—she’s clearly all looks and no skills, so I helped explain the job to her. Sure enough, she couldn’t take it and wanted to leave. Yeah, I’m talking to you—go on, why are you still here?” Jason Grant waved at Grace Lincoln.

“Alright, now I get it. You’re not even the HR manager!” Grace Lincoln was so mad at being tricked she wanted to curse.

“So what if I’m not? Did I ever say I was? You just assumed. And did I lie to you? The Underworld Affairs Bureau really does catch ghosts. Are you afraid of ghosts? You are! Can you catch ghosts? You can barely catch a pervert. Leave before it gets dark. You’re so tall and skinny, like a lamppost—be careful a short-lived ghost doesn’t try to hang itself on you!” Jason Grant’s mouth was so sharp, it was a wonder his ancestors’ graves hadn’t been dug up.