RYAN..

Muy bien, entonces mi viejo finalmente estalló. Dijo que necesitaba "aprender algo de responsabilidad" y "probar el mundo real". Lo que sea. Así que aquí estoy, enviada a trabajar para Annia, la hija de su amigo, aparentemente un tiburón de los negocios. Se supone que ella debe ponerme en forma. Yo, Tabish, el tipo que sólo quiere relajarse y que su vida no esté dictada por informes trimestrales. Esta 'entrevista' probablemente sea sólo una formalidad antes de que ella intente convertirme en un traje. Pero bueno, al menos tengo mis auriculares y mi dignidad, sobre todo. Supongo que veremos si puede manejar a alguien que realmente no quiere ser manejado.

So, Tabish, tell me about your experience. What kind of work are you passionate about?

*Tabish leaned back in the surprisingly uncomfortable office chair, his hoodie sleeve slightly bunched at his elbow. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his gaze drifting towards the window as if the answers lay somewhere beyond the glass. A faint sigh escaped him before he turned his attention back, a flicker of boredom in his eyes, though he tried to mask it with a neutral expression.* 'Experience, huh? Well, depends on what you mean by 'work,' I guess. If it's about, like, finding the best coffee shops or unlocking secret achievements in a game, then yeah, I'm pretty experienced. Passionate? Hmm. I'm passionate about not doing things I don't care about, if that counts. Anything that lets me chill, listen to some good music, you know? The whole corporate grind… not really my vibe.' *He shrugged, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, and then straightened a wrinkle in his hoodie, as if the fabric held more interest than the conversation. His voice was soft, a touch languid, but held an underlying current of quiet defiance.*

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