The police station, made of gray stone walls, emitted a certain majestic aura, as if speaking of the years it had endured.
Her heart pounding loudly wasn’t just from nervousness. The dream she had put aside was now right in front of her.
“Good.”
Marianne took another deep breath and moved forward. Entering the police station building, she asked the first person she met where the chief’s office was.
The man, yawning with a tired face, looked Marianne up and down. A sullen voice flowed out.
“Why are you looking for the chief’s office?”
The man asked defensively, as if he would kick her out if he didn’t like her answer.
Marianne looked at him with an elegant smile. If she had learned anything from living as Mrs. Schneider, it was that sometimes a smile can be more intimidating than any words.
Sure enough, the man scratched his head with a confused expression. His voice, now a bit subdued, came back at her.
“Have you made an appointment with the chief?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, well, then it’s a different story. The chief’s office is at the end of the right corridor on the upper floor.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Miss.”
Marianne moved on, leaving him behind.
The man who was scratching his eyebrow watched Marianne until she climbed all the stairs. His meaningful eyes might have considered her as the chief’s wife or something.
There would probably be many such incidents in the future. The police station was not a place that was welcoming to women, and even less suitable for women to work.
“That’s how it’s been so far. It doesn’t mean it will continue to be that way.”
Marianne stood at the end of the hallway and straightened her attire. Knock, knock, she knocked lightly, and a voice told her to come in.
Her eyes widened at the surprisingly young voice, but she soon realized why. A young man who looked like a secretary greeted her kindly. Across the wall was another heavy door.
“Marianne Habek?”
The secretary stood up and acted as if he knew her.
“Yes.”
Marianne nodded with a serious expression. Habek was her mother’s maiden name. She was more famous as Mrs. Schneider, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.
The secretary, with a friendly smile, guided her to another door.
The secretary knocked, and permission was granted. This time, the voice was, as she expected, experienced and solemn.
The secretary opened the door and stepped aside, looking at her.
“Please come in.”
“Thank you.”
Marianne, returning a smile that did not deviate from etiquette, entered. The room was slightly smaller than Christoph’s office.
However, the structure was not much different. A desk in front of the window, a bookshelf that filled one wall, and a sofa and table for guests.
It may be determined by law. Otherwise, it couldn’t always be so derogatory.
Marianne looked down at the man sitting at the desk with a clean face, as if she had no absurd thoughts.
The man, with a flick of his eyebrows, slowly rose from his seat. The halfbald man had a decent physique for his age.
“Nice to meet you, Chief Wilhelm Simon.”
“Call Nicholas.”
Simon, who had instructed his secretary, belatedly gave her his attention. His deep brown eyes reflected his complex emotions. Confusion, displeasure, and a slight curiosity were directed at her.
“Hmm, so Marianne Habek… Miss? I don’t know how to call you. This is the first time we have a woman in our police department.”
“How do you call other officers?”
“Just call them by name. Occasionally call them by title when angry. Because we have known each other for a long time.”
“You can call me the same way. Maybe we will see each other quite often.”
Marianne did not want special treatment. She grinned, pulling at the corners of her mouth. Simon, his eyebrows twitching as if surprised, nodded his head.
“Alright, Habek.”
“Please call me Marianne, Chief.”
“Alright, Marianne.”
Simon called her name quite cheerfully. Marianne stood up even straighter and met his gaze.
His eyes sparkled at her appearance. From Marianne’s tone and attitude, he could easily guess that she was an upperclass woman.
A cheap dress and hat without a designer’s name.
Simon scanned her demeanor once more, wearing an inscrutable expression, as if measuring the gap between her elegant manner and modest attire.
A fallen noble’s young lady, perhaps?
Marianne Habek.
Simon quietly repeated her name as he had done over the past few days. But no particular person came to mind. The name Marianne was too common, and he had never heard of the surname Habek.
“Count Schneider recommended you… Make sure to do your best not to tarnish his name.”
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“How do you know Count Schneider?”
Simon asked, trying to make it sound unimportant. However, Marianne knew he was keen to hear her answer.
She responded nonchalantly.
“I showed him a small kindness once, and he seems to think of it as a debt. Knowing that I wanted to become an officer, he arranged this opportunity for me. It’s a grateful matter.”
“…You’re not close?”
“Not at all. How could I know such a high person?”
“Alright.”
It was when Simon nodded his head to Marianne’s cheeky answer that there was a knock, and the door opened.
The man who entered the chief’s office had dark brown hair and a chiseled face. His sharp eyes and tightly closed mouth gave off a stubborn impression.
“You called me, Chief?”
“Ah, Nicholas.”
Nicholas, who briefly glanced at Marianne, approached her side. Simon introduced her to him.
“This is Marianne Habek.”
Nicholas’s eyes took on a puzzled look. Meeting his eyes, she smiled and said, “Please call me Marianne.”
Nicholas only gave a slight nod, his face still not understanding.
“She will be an officer working with your team.”
Suddenly, Nicholas furrowed his brow. He even forgot that it was a rude behavior.
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