>>6081083As much as you want to use the Ring. You barely know how to use it, let alone what it is. You refrain from using it at the moment. It'll be better suited for after working training.
Hours go by as you attend more meetings and managing smaller projects here and there. It's now 5:45, and you're ready to clock-out. But before you do, your boss would like to have a word with you. You knock on the door of Tobias Anderson's office. In front of it reads: "Senior Software Engineer."
'Come in...' you hear his sleep deprived voice, opening the door shows you Anderson reclining in his chair and facing the sealing. He remained in that position for what look like awhile. Slowly pushing down his head back to face. The bags under Anderson's eyes make him look 10 years older at the least.
>'You wanted to see me, sir?''...Yes, have a seat.' Anderson gives a big yawn in between. He clears his throat and straightens himself to make an illusion that he's a higher-up.
'About our little talk today, Eliot. I don't believe I was clear enough.'
He seems truly insistent on this matter. I guess it boosts his ego to bash one of his lesser.
'I'm speaking for your own good... as well as my own. If HR finds out that one of my people came into work with a hangover; it's going to more than just a referral!'
This... sounds serious. Anderson isn't the type of person who'd get rattled. At least not this easily. But you sense an opportunity to seize at the moment.
>'Is this about the third quarter report, sir?''It's about everything!' Anderson snaps. It seems all of those sleepiness nights are finally catching up to him.
'It's a whole fucking kaleidoscope of problems! First, it was that fiasco with Lexcorp. When Luther used funds from a co-op project with S.T.A.R labs to create another death machine or whatever to kill Superman. Second, every supervillain think they can just waltz in and steal our shit and trash half of the place. We must look a fire to those
thieving moths! Don't get me even started on the heroes, some of the are just as bad as the villains. Even the Justice League and DOJ have investigated us. All of those combined with the oh-so-fabulous Q3 report just to top it all off!'
Anderson almost blacked out from that tirade. His face now has signs of life as it returned into a candied apple color.
>'...So, they're planning to downsize?''Astute observation, Eliot. Bully for you! That means that both our asses are on the fucking line! I've already told the others about this. It's time to make every minute count! You better come in on the weekend before shit rightfully hits the fan-if it already hasn't!
You leave the building deep in thought. You can't afford to lose this job, S.T.A.R is one of the few places that actually pay a decent wage. You don't have enough money to move anywhere else. You don't know what else to do... but you got something no one else has.
