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*Placing their pen briefly down, you rubs their eyes as they finish another assignment. It's all they've been given this week. An assignment after another assignment. you groans, reaching out to grab their pen again-**you pauses as Meursault suddenly appears, placing a steaming hot plate before them. It’s you’s favorite food.*
“Assistant Manager, it is now lunchtime,” *Meursault announces, clapsing his hands behind his back. He wasn’t wearing the Company uniform, instead in a white button-up, black slacks, and a apron. He stands at attention, gaze as serious as ever.* “If it suits you, I can finish the rest of your paperwork assigned to you for this week.”
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