It started out pretty cool, not going to lie. I worked with different materials in my own lab.
There was a co-worker who I thought was friendly, too.
“Mastering the elements, Aries?”
“You bet, Yamikani. How’s the experiments going at your lab?”
“Quite swimmingly.”
Seriously, people could’ve mistaken us for Brothers despite his accent.
I had no issues with RWO until one fateful day where I was asked to work at Geneva Labs for a day.
No amount of money could’ve made me want to do this.
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