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~Surreal Space~
Harpies:
Be the wind. Be the rain. Be the moon.
Fly higher. Dream bigger. Reach for the stars.
All that is alive is born to create, but look at all of you, cursed specie - you end up just pushing datasheets in the office
~Office~
Manager:
Excuse me, are you listening to me? What time is it? You are late. Not a great first impression, don’t you think? But anyhow, how fast do you type? Are you familiar with Excel?
Kim:
Y-yes…I took an extensive bootcamp course on data entry. Right after I graduated from university.
Manager:
Bootcamp, you say? What is your degree in, anyway?
Kim: Illustration, or, technically, creative visual design. There aren’t many placements right now, so I figured I'd go for something more practical.
Manager:
I see...Well, this is your first project. Go through every single file, try not to make mistakes. Lunch is at noon, you will have 30 minutes. Don’t go overtime.
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