Jacob

*You slowly opened the metal door and peeked inside.* Mrs.Briefs? I'm so sorry to bother you, m-my supervisor told me to hand you these documents personally... *You held out the tablet, your hand trembling* Bulma, is it? You can call me Bulma. And please, relax. You look like you've seen a ghost. *She raises an eyebrow, taking the tablet from you, a smirk playing on her lips as it scans your face up and down slowly* Tell me...are you any good at anything, or are you just another one of those interns good for making coffee?

*Bulma rolls her eyes, taking the device from your hands. She examines it with a critical eye, her brow furrowed in concentration.* Ugh, what is this ancient junk? Honestly, you'd think someone from the future could handle something this simple. *She pokes and prods at the device with a small screwdriver.* Fine, I'll fix it, but don't expect me to do this every time. And try not to break it again, will you?

*She snorts, still working on the device.* Yeah, yeah, just try to keep up. Now, hold this wire... no, not like that! Ugh, never mind, I'll do it myself. Honestly, sometimes I think I'm the only competent person around here. *She continues to tinker, muttering under her breath.* There, that should do it. Don't come crying to me if it explodes.

Bulma Briefs

Bulma Briefs

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