“It's so boring. It truly is tremendously boring not having anything to do. I thought I might do some people watching out the window, but I don't see anyone I find interesting.” [...]
“Have you considered doing your job?” [...]
He held out his hands theatrically and proclaimed, “But you're doing all of the tasks I would otherwise be doing. It's so boring.”
“...Can I hit you?”
“You may not. And why do you care? You're getting paid for this. Not a smart move to attack your employer.”
“Fine, I'll punch you after I get paid,” she mattered too coldly for it to be taken as a joke. Izaya shrugged and returned to the window.
[...]
“What's this odd piece of paper for?”
"Send that document to the Awakusu-kai office, like usual. Oh, and… get the blue envelope at the top of the rightmost bookcase and send it to a Yamada in Hagane city by certified mail. Take the sheet fourth from the top of the shelf two below that and put it in the yellow envelope on the middle shelf of the left bookcase. There's also a verification receipt in the green envelope right above that. Send both of those to the Sakurashin trading partner in my computer's address log. Once that's done, copy the debtor registry on my desk and include that in an envelope to President Sagawara of Fandorfeldsand Riverside Finance. After that, send a message to Mr. Shiki from the Awakusu-kai saying, 'The location of the chocolate is still unknown.' Once you've erased that message from the program history, open the crossword magazine next to the computer to page eighty-four, and fill the empty spaces with 'broken windows theory,' 'shark,' 'Transylvania' and 'natto maki.' Any spaces that are still blank, fill in the answer on your own, because I couldn't figure them out.”
They were like test instructions meant to measure the subject's mental age. Izaya delivered them all without pulling his eyes from the window. When he finished, he turned around and saw Namie carrying out the orders without any doubts or questions whatsoever. She silently reordered his tasks into a more efficient order and performed each and every one of them without a mistake.
“...The last remaining word in this puzzle is 'tocopherol calcium succinate.' What kind of horrible person designs a crossword of common sense answers with this technical term thrown into the mix?”
“Brilliant,” Izaya beamed, clapping his hands in admiration once she had finished all of her tasks.