"Workers" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. Chad. We don't know each other, but I know your problem. Workers the Tinos sent are fucking useless, and you got deadlines to meet.
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Chad. We don't know each other, but I know your problem. Workers the Tinos sent are fucking useless, and you got deadlines to meet. I also know that the contract states if you don't finish in time, you're going to court. Seems like there's no way out – that is, unless you let me help you. I can get you 20 guys, starting tomorrow, for a very reasonable price. Let me know.
