Driss, in a hatred-of-Organisational-Management trance. In a horror-of-Organisational Management trance.
Clicking fingers in front of his face. Wake up! Snap out of it!
Don’t be weak! Don’t give in! Don’t yield!
I can feel my brain going. Like, I want to obey. I want to go over to their side. Wouldn’t it be easy?
Work in Progress 