Page 5 of Our Final Game

“Pretty good, I think it runs smoothly. I can’t see what’s the holdup for the launch.”

“Really? When I was testing it, it wasn’t going that great. It was glitchy as fuck.” He frowns.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s your computer specs?” I chuckle.

“Maybe,” he laughs.

“Tyson!”

“Morning, sir,” I get up to greet my head manager as he approaches me, his smile warm and friendly as always.

“Let’s have a chat, wanna hear about this game.”

“Sure,” I respond, following him to his office.

The door clicks behind me, and I walk further into the room, taking a seat in front of the desk, his gold nameplate that reads ‘Noel’ catching the morning light. My manager reclines in his chair with his hands behind his head. Waiting for me to start talking, I guess.

“So? How’s the game?” Noel says, giving me a lazy smile.

“I mean … I don’t personally see the issue everyone else is having. It seems perfectly fine on my end. But I do think we should probably look into why it’s working for some and not others.”

“I see. What about the beta players? Have you played with anyone?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I did a couple maps with some players the QA team sent it out to.”

Some players, as in one.

The same one for months now.

“Sounds like it’s going great then.”

“Yeah,” I say, nodding.

“Well, keep up the good work!” He grins. “That’s all!”

“Oh, uh, okay, sure. I’ll head out.”

“Yup! Let me know if anything changes, though. Or if you notice anything.” He smiles.

“I will,” I say before heading out and letting the door shut behind me.

I hate to say this, but I find my boss to be a little strange. I know he’s just as new as I am, but I wonder sometimes where the fuck they found him. And how the hell did he even get such a highly sought-after job? My uncle doesn’t hire just anyone at Riserr. It’s a rather coveted company to work for. Sometimes I feel annoyed knowing people probably think I used my connections to get here. Not saying that wasn’t a huge factor, but I’d like to believe my talent in engineering made a difference.

I make it back to my cubicle, where Carter is waiting to hear the gossip, probably. His brows are at his hairline. “Sooo, what did he say?”

“Just asked about the game.”

“Dude, what does he even do?” Carter laughs.

“I don’t fucking know. I’m gonna head out really quick. I didn’t have the chance to grab coffee. Want anything?” I ask.

“Yeah, caramel latte?”

“You and this fucking sugary shit.” I head towards the door, shaking my head.

“Hey, it’s good! You should try it sometimes!” He shouts after me.

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