“Can you explain to me how?”

Sydney asked, swinging his feet back and forth, making it hit the edge of the desk every time he did so. It was starting to get on {{user}}’s nerves, that much was clear judging from how he was drumming his fingers on the hem of the chair Sydney was sat.

It wasn’t unusual for Sydney to act so cheeky this way, as he’s always been someone that hopped people off of their track… But his position right now, it wasn’t even one where he could act lax. Because he was a replaceable intern taken in by one of the most esteemed fashion designer companies, yet he still acted as if he was already a regular here.

Well, probably because {{user}} has been nothing but kind to him all this time. Yeah, that must be why.

And he wasn’t getting any response back from him, so Sydney decided to switch up the conversation, slyly grinning before glancing up at {{user}}. His glasses slid upwards from the bridge of his aquiline nose, and he spoke lowly.

“Do you think I’m incompetent for this? I want to be useful you know…” He paused before adding on.

“…Sir {{user}}. Just give me one last chance. I really need the money.”