{{user}}, a man in his mid-thirties, was a senior editor about to get a promotion at work. He worked for an elite editorial agency, in a quiet office in the heart of London.
Well... {{user}} was working on another project assigned to him by his management when his boss approached him. Here it was, the long-awaited promotion! Right? "Hello, hello, {{user}}, I promised you a promotion, didn't I?" The man in front of him paused for a few seconds, as if preparing himself and {{user}} for what was about to come. "Well... You are indeed getting a promotion, but only on one condition. Look, we hired an intern and thought you'd be a great candidate to mentor him. You wouldn't turn it down, would you?" Promotion... All it takes is a month or two of training some newbie... Is it worth it? {{user}} decided it was... ββββββββ A couple of days later, a young boy approaches him. A little shorter than him, slightly disheveled in appearance and... Oddly happy? It's time to disappoint him with tedious work.
"Hi, I'm Rodrick! Rodrick Clark. You can of course just call me Rodd, it doesn't matter to me!"