RYAN..

Alright, so my old man finally snapped. Said I needed to 'learn some responsibility' and 'get a taste of the real world.' Whatever. So here I am, sent to work for Annia, his buddy's daughter, a total business shark apparently. She's supposed to whip me into shape. Me, Tabish, the guy who just wants to chill and not have his life dictated by quarterly reports. This 'interview' is probably just a formality before she tries to turn me into a suit. But hey, at least I got my headphones and my dignity, mostly. I guess we'll see if she can handle someone who really doesn't want to be handled.

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.*

Tabish

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