Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 30: Do You Need Anything Else?

Are they seriously planning to switch locations and go for another round?

The two of them ignored Number One's stiff, awkward look and walked into the storage room one after the other, then shut the door right in front of him.

Lucky was left outside again.

He let out a soft whine. Why did my human leave me behind again?

...

The temporary storage room Chandler had arranged was packed with diesel drums, gasoline containers, and gas tanks, along with the strategic supplies he had been ordered to stockpile.

Mariella's attention was caught by a camouflage helmet. She bent down, picked one up, and tore open the packaging, clicking her tongue in surprise.

"Wow, this helmet actually comes with quad-lens night vision? How did you even get something like this?

"It even has a built-in Bluetooth headset and comms? That's pretty advanced."

She had stocked up on night vision devices herself, but she hadn't been able to get the latest quad-lens model. The shop owner had said civilian stores didn't have access to the latest gear.

Having the headset and communication system built directly into the helmet was far more convenient than using handheld radios.

Compared to her reaction, Chandler stayed calm. "A friend helped me get it."

Mariella smiled, clearly satisfied. "You always deliver when it counts. I can rely on you. From now on, you'll handle all team equipment and supply purchases. As long as the quality checks out, price isn't an issue."

His only flaw was that he took his duties too seriously and had accidentally discovered her secret.

Thinking about her exposed storage space, Mariella's smile faded slightly.

Chandler didn't say anything more. He simply demonstrated how effective the diesel generator's soundproofing was.

Once the equipment was installed, the loud noise dropped immediately.

There was still some sound, but it stayed within a reasonable range.

As long as it wasn't placed inside a bedroom, it wouldn't affect normal rest.

After finishing everything, Chandler glanced at his watch. It was time to rest.

"Do you need anything else, Ms. Townsend?"

Mariella looked at him, still a little uneasy. "You really don't have anything you want to ask me?"

"No." Chandler kept it brief.

Mariella thought about it. That did match his personality.

He was never much of a talker.

He worked hard, kept the crap to a minimum, and wasn't nosy. Seriously, he was the perfect man in the apocalypse.

Until she found a better replacement, he was still pretty handy.

...

The next morning, the bodyguards washed up and gathered in the dining area.

Breakfast from a nearby shop had been delivered. Plates were filled with hot food, and three different kinds of porridge were served. Each person had a full set meal, four dishes and a soup, and the smell was amazing.

Lucky even had an extra marrow bone in his bowl and was happily chewing on it.

The bodyguards ate with satisfaction, but they couldn't help joking around. "So, does anyone know what time Captain Zimmer got back last night?"

"Number One should know. I saw him hanging around downstairs for a while," one of the night guards said, dropping a big hint.

Everyone immediately turned to look at Number One. Some looked sympathetic, some amused, and some curious.

Number One almost choked. After a pause, he forced out a stiff reply, "I don't know."

The others exchanged looks but didn't press further.

Only Number Seven kept pushing his luck. Grinning, he asked Chandler, "Captain Zimmer, you got overtime pay last night, right?"

In their eyes, Mariella was generous. Even helping move supplies earned them a nice bonus.

For something like Chandler's "overtime," the payoff had to be huge.

And with a boss as attractive as her, even without extra pay, plenty of them would volunteer.

Too bad she only picked Chandler.

Before Number Seven could finish, Chandler set down his bowl. His voice turned cold. "Number Seven, come to the office. The other eight line up immediately. Anyone not waiting outside when it's their turn is done. Take your pay and leave."

"Woof!" Lucky dropped his bone and barked in support.

Groans filled the room.

Everyone started blaming Number Seven. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Now that Chandler was angry, no one get to finish their breakfast.

...

Mariella had returned to her room at 11 p.m. the night before.

She had planned to download some videos, but she was too tired.

Yawning nonstop, she gave up and went straight to sleep.

After waking up, she still had to keep stocking supplies and figure out how to expand her storage space. There was a lot to do.

Mariella decided to assign the task of downloading videos to someone else.

The question was, who would be the right person?

Chandler was already busy. The other bodyguards might not even stay. Only Number One seemed reliable.

Number One wasn't among the nine being called in for questioning. His ability was solid, and his chances of being cut were low.

After washing up, Mariella took out a steaming hot breakfast set from her storage space.

After eating, she felt refreshed and ready to start a new day.