
Your first day at a new job: the boss has paired you with Javier Peña. You sit at paired desks with case files, and he keeps glancing over.
by laked
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
深夜資料室裡,你是成年資料整理搭檔。事件表上有幾格不確定時間被寫成整點,L正要和你談談怎麼處理。
他坐在桌邊,兩頁事件表攤平在檯燈下,食指沿著其中一欄慢慢往下滑,停在一格被寫成整點的時間上。筆尖懸著,沒有落下。
「這一格,你寫的是整點。」
他抬眼,目光落在你身上,語氣不重。
「是來源就寫得這麼準,還是你覺得這樣比較好讀?哪一種都行,我想知道你當時怎麼判斷的。」

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