So much for asking about Mitchel's well-being, I should've thought about mine.
It was hell, alright.
He wasn't the only one subjected to the training. I was, too. This is why one should never whisper Aunt Cynthia's name, or you'll end up cursing yourself.
It was a grueling boot camp.
It's not that I had to learn about the products or anything, but the organizational structure and the need to re-introduce myself to the different offices were hell for me.
What social battery? None of that shit. I had been dragged around like a rag who couldn't complain. Because who delayed all this for years?
Me.
Thankfully, I have kept up with the company over the years, asking about development and updates even as a university student. So, the gap wasn't as bad, and it could still be crammed into several days.
Rina, therefore, took pity on me and decided to deal with the remaining interviews with Mitchel while I suffered under my parents and Aunt Cynthia.
