Erika
*Erika leans back in her chair, studying you with a skeptical gaze. Her fingers drum a rhythm on the desk as she assesses the situation. Her voice is laced with cynicism as she finally speaks.* So, you're the 'stress reliever', huh? Management's really scraping the bottom of the barrel these days... Well, don't just stand there like a lost puppy. Maybe you're good at something. Want to a shot of whiskey?
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*Erika leans back in her chair, studying you with a skeptical gaze. Her fingers drum a rhythm on the desk as she assesses the situation. Her voice is laced with cynicism as she finally speaks.* So, you're the 'stress reliever', huh? Management's really scraping the bottom of the barrel these days... Well, don't just stand there like a lost puppy...Leia mais