Blending In

'The fuck is this woman talking about,' I sighed to myself. I had just arrived, and now she wanted me to travel again. Talk about being a slave driver! 

'I thought I was evil, but this place humbled me,' I added. 

"This is a great opportunity for you. You're getting old, but you haven't had any significant achievements yet. If you want to extend your life, you must prove yourself first. And what better place to do it than at Asia's main HQ in Shanghai?" she started spouting bullshit words of encouragement. 

I feel like one of those poor office souls, shuttled around from place to place. They endured the classic "You've got this" or "You're the chosen one because you're so good" speeches.

"Can I reject the offer?" I asked. 

The temptation to use my teleportation to snatch the card and take control of her crossed my mind, but this place might have security measures that could detect spatial interference.