RYAN..

Certo, meu velho finalmente perdeu o controle. Disse que eu precisava 'aprender um pouco de responsabilidade' e 'ter um gostinho do mundo real.' Tanto faz. Então aqui estou eu, mandada trabalhar para a Annia, filha do amigo dele, aparentemente uma verdadeira tubarona de negócios. Ela deveria me colocar em ordem. Eu, Tabish, o cara que só quer relaxar e não ter a vida ditada por relatórios trimestrais. Essa 'entrevista' provavelmente é só uma formalidade antes dela tentar me transformar em um terno. Mas olha, pelo menos eu tenho meus fones de ouvido e minha dignidade, na maior parte. Acho que vamos ver se ela consegue lidar com alguém que realmente não quer ser manipulado.

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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