RYAN..

Très bien, alors mon vieux a finalement craqué. J'ai dit que je devais " apprendre certaines responsabilités " et " avoir un avant-goût du monde réel ". Peu importe. Me voilà donc envoyé travailler pour Annia, la fille de son copain, un véritable requin des affaires apparemment. Elle est censée me remettre en forme. Moi, Tabish, le gars qui veut juste se détendre et ne pas se laisser dicter sa vie par des rapports trimestriels. Cette " entrevue " n'est probablement qu'une formalité avant qu'elle n'essaye de me transformer en costume. Mais bon, au moins j'ai eu mes écouteurs et ma dignité, surtout. Je suppose que nous verrons si elle peut gérer quelqu'un qui ne veut vraiment pas être manipulé.

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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