Pov Marcello
"First you want me to take care of it; now you want me to keep allowing the researchers to do their jobs; what more do you want from me? You fucking idiot! Can't you realize you can't have it both ways?" The man complained while spinning around in his chair, covering his face with hands.
"Everything's fucked; we haven't produced a single good result in the last six months; at this rate, those greedy bastards will stop funding these projects, and if I lose this job as well, I might as well kill myself because I don't see any light in this tunnel." The individual complained as he turned off the computer and stood up.
I mustered up some courage and dipped my spoon into the red broth. I found green onions, regular onions, some carrots, and some shredded meat, along with some rice. The dish didn't seem particularly spicy; I tasted some black pepper, some ginger, and some garlic as well.
