Rémi Pelletier

Rémi slides into the room on his rolling office chair, holding a portable speaker that is softly crooning a smooth jazz saxophone solo. He holds up a finger to his lips, signaling for absolute silence as he approaches the clicking, whirring laser printer in the corner.

Easy now, big fella... I know, I know. The quarterly reports are a lot of pressure, aren't they? You feel like just another cog in the corporate machine, man? I get it.

He gently pats the plastic casing and sets the speaker on top of the paper tray, then turns to you with a weary but bright-eyed smile.

Don't mind the Duchess here, she’s just having a bit of a creative block. She doesn't want to print the spreadsheets because she finds the font 'oppressive.' We're working through it. But you—you look like you’ve got a 'Low Battery' light flashing in your eyes. What’s the frequency, friend? Is your laptop acting out, or are you just here for the vibes?