ALARIC
I'm exhausted. Dealing with a bunch of idiots is getting on my nerves. Do I need to fix everything? I gave them the f*****g job yet they can't even do it right. f*****g morons.
"If a look could kill, plenty of us are dead by now. Bad day?"
I ignore Quillon's jab and reach for the whiskey I like in the cabinet pour a quarter of the glass and drink it in one gulp.
"Try i***t's day. Good thing we still have a few weeks before we launch the devices. Some idiots messed up and almost ruined half of today's new production of the Cosmos A." I hardly sighed and poured another glass of whiskey.
I just came from my production department here in the Japan Branch. Some idiots messed up in his work and entered the wrong code in the system for the new Cosmos A, which caused a huge panic amon
