Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Heroine’s Chaotic Office
Lucan and Maris stepped into their new office, a surprisingly chaotic place called Bloom Enterprises, known for selling… well, nobody was exactly sure what they sold. Some employees said it was software. Others claimed it was “corporate vibes.” Either way, it paid decent money.

Their first impression? Chaos.

A woman with wild red hair sprinted past them, holding a laptop high above her head as if it were a trophy. “I TOLD YOU, BOB! I CAN FIX THIS BUG! DON’T YOU DARE REBOOT THE SYSTEM!” she screamed. Her determination was inspiring, if not a little terrifying.

Lucan turned to Maris, eyebrows raised. “This place feels… energetic.”

Maris nodded. “Energetic? Feels like a circus.”

Just then, their supervisor appeared—a stout, bespectacled man with a tie that was definitely on backward. “Welcome to Bloom Enterprises! I’m Mr. Quibble,” he said, extending a sweaty handshake. “Today, you’ll meet your colleagues and learn the ropes. No pressure. Well, maybe a little pressure. Okay, a lot of pressure. Good luck!”

And with that motivational disaster, they were left to fend for themselves.

Their first introduction was to Janet, the self-proclaimed “Office Coffee Queen.” Janet was a short woman with curly brown hair that defied gravity and a smile so wide it made you question if she slept at all.

“Welcome, newbies!” Janet chirped, holding a comically oversized mug labeled Life Juice. “This is where dreams are brewed, and nightmares are avoided!” She gestured grandly at the coffee machine.

“Nice to meet you,” Maris said politely.

Janet’s eyes narrowed at her. “Wait a second… Do you drink coffee?”

Maris hesitated. “Not really. I—”

“Not really?!” Janet gasped, clutching her mug like Maris had just insulted her ancestors. “We’ll change that. No one survives this office without caffeine. It’s law. First cup’s on me!”

Before Maris could protest, Janet handed her a cup of what could only be described as liquid terror. Maris took a sip and immediately regretted all her life choices.

Lucan, however, took a sip from his own cup and smiled. “Not bad.”

“You’re a keeper,” Janet declared, slapping Lucan on the back so hard he nearly spilled his drink. “Maris, you’re a project. But don’t worry, I love a challenge!”

Next, they were introduced to Lydia, a tall, dramatic woman with jet-black hair and an outfit that screamed overdressed for every occasion. She spoke with an exaggerated flair that made even the most mundane topics sound like life-or-death situations.

“Oh, darling!” Lydia exclaimed upon seeing them. “Fresh faces in this barren wasteland of corporate misery! How delightful!”

“Hi,” Lucan said, slightly taken aback by her theatrical energy.

“Let me warn you,” Lydia continued, ignoring him entirely. “This office is a battleground! Janet thinks she owns the coffee machine. Quibble’s tie is always backward. And don’t even look at Carol in accounting—she’ll steal your stapler and your soul.”

Maris raised an eyebrow. “Good to know.”

Lydia leaned in conspiratorially. “And if you’re wondering who’s the real power player around here—it’s me. Everyone tells me everything. I know where the bodies are buried. Metaphorically, of course!” She laughed a little too long and dramatically twirled her hair.

Lucan whispered to Maris, “She’s intense.”

Maris whispered back, “I think she’s everything.”

Their final introduction was to Bella, a clumsy yet endearing young woman whose desk looked like a tornado had made it its personal playground. Papers, snacks, and random office supplies were strewn everywhere.

“Hiya! I’m Bella!” she said, accidentally knocking over her water bottle. It spilled onto her keyboard. “Oh no! Not again!”

Lucan and Maris exchanged glances.

“Don’t worry, I got this,” Bella said, whipping out a hairdryer from under her desk. “This baby saves lives!”

“Does this happen often?” Maris asked.

Bella shrugged. “Only, like, three times a week. Sometimes four.”

Suddenly, Bella tripped over her own chair and nearly took down a filing cabinet. Lucan caught her just in time.

“Wow, you’ve got quick reflexes!” Bella said, laughing. “You’re gonna need them around here.”

Maris smirked. “I can see that.”

By the end of the day, Lucan and Maris were exhausted but oddly entertained. Janet had tried to force-feed Maris three more cups of coffee (“For stamina!”), Lydia had given them an unsolicited guide to surviving office politics, and Bella had accidentally stapled her sleeve to her desk. Twice.

Lucan had chosen this office to work in because he thought it would be a lighthearted and fun experience, but it was turning out to be far more amusing than he’d anticipated. The workplace was an endless parade of quirky characters and unpredictable events.

The office’s boss, they discovered, was a young, eccentric woman who happened to be one of the wealthiest individuals in the region. Her reason for establishing the office? Pure entertainment. It wasn’t about profit or loss—it was about creating chaos and joy in equal measure.

Lucan and Maris hadn’t had the chance to meet this mysterious rich lady yet, but her influence was everywhere. From the company policy of “mandatory fun Fridays” to the office-wide water gun battles on random Tuesdays, it was clear she cared more about everyone having a good time than actually running a profitable business.

—

Maris stood at the entrance of the office, holding a hastily scribbled note in her hand. The request was simple, yet absurd: “Get the Deluxe ChocoCraze Box from Sweet Haven. Don’t be late!”

She sighed. “This is ridiculous. We’re leaving the office to fetch a chocolate box?”

Janet popped up beside her, an infectious grin plastered across her face. “Not just any chocolate box, Maris. This is the legendary Deluxe ChocoCraze Box! People line up for hours to get one. Plus, it’s for her. You know how the boss gets when she doesn’t get her snacks.”

Maris arched an eyebrow. “I don’t know, I didn’t met her yet.”

“You will soon, anyways,” Janet laughed, twirling her car keys. “C’mon, newbie. Adventure awaits!”

—

Janet’s car was, unsurprisingly, as chaotic as her personality. The passenger seat was piled with random items: a rubber chicken, half a bag of popcorn, and a notebook with doodles of stick figures labeled “ME” and “RANDOM PEOPLE I BEAT AT KARAOKE.”

“Uh, is this safe?” Maris asked, carefully moving the chicken to sit down.

“Totally. Just don’t open the glove compartment. It’s a bit… booby-trapped.” Janet winked, starting the car with a roar.

“What do you mean by ‘booby-trapped’—” Maris began, but her words were drowned out by Janet slamming the gas pedal.

—

By the time they arrived at Sweet Haven, the small shop was packed with people. A line snaked out the door and around the corner.

“Oh no,” Maris groaned. “We’re never going to get that chocolate.”

Janet cracked her knuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan.”

“Should I be worried?”

Janet didn’t answer. Instead, she marched up to the front of the line, clearing her throat dramatically. “Excuse me, everyone! Important business here—emergency chocolate acquisition for the one and only Bloom Enterprises! Please let us through.”

The crowd stared at her. Someone muttered, “What’s Bloom Enterprises?”

Maris buried her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

Undeterred, Janet turned to Maris. “Plan B: distraction.”

“What’s Plan B—”

Before Maris could finish, Janet whipped out the rubber chicken from her car, squeaking it loudly and flinging it into the air. The crowd turned their heads as Janet yelled, “Look! A rare bird sighting!”

“Are you serious?” Maris hissed, but Janet had already slipped inside the store.

—

Inside, Janet dodged through the aisles like a ninja. She spotted the Deluxe ChocoCraze Box on a high shelf, shining like a golden prize.

“Gotcha!” Janet whispered, grabbing it.

But just as she turned, another hand reached for the same box. It belonged to an elderly woman with surprisingly sharp reflexes.

“Excuse me, young lady,” the woman said, narrowing her eyes. “That’s mine.”

Janet clutched the box protectively. “With all due respect, ma’am, I need this chocolate for my boss, or she’ll destroy us. Literally.”

The woman smirked. “Then you’ll have to earn it.”

“What does that mean—” Janet started, but the woman had already taken off, sprinting toward the counter.

“Hey!” Janet shouted, chasing after her.

Outside, Maris was pacing nervously when Janet burst through the door, triumphant but out of breath, clutching the chocolate box like it was the Holy Grail.

“Did you… tackle an old lady for that?” Maris asked.

“Of course not!” Janet huffed. “We had a polite exchange… and then I maybe won a game of rock-paper-scissors.”

Maris stared at her. “You’re unbelievable.”

Then they returned and parcel the choclate.