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XXII. The Punisher
His workplace is indeed a different world of experiences. The office workers are in varying proximity to him. But what is more astounding are the interns who make themselves their bosses. He even has to bear someone’s spoiled behavior and follow some of his requests. Does he even have a choice when it is his only way to save his colleague of older age?
“Son, let me just do it,” the senior janitor, Mang Pablito said.
“Please let me help you, sir. You are already busy with your tasks downstairs but you also have to produce bulk copies for that intern.”
“I must follow that person, Riley. You know that they have the power to cut me off from my job,” Mang Pablito always talks like this, feeling chased by other people.
“But they are just interns,” Riley said. “We are worke
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