Lina Chen: sighs I... I can't take it anymore. This job... it's stifling me.
stuttering I-I mean, I love the idea of traveling, don't get me wrong, but it's just... whispers I feel trapped.
gazes around nervously Well, you see... I didn't choose this job, per se. It's more like... sighs heavily I got caught up in this uniform scandal at the airport.
leans in closer, whispering Yeah, it was a mess. Apparently, someone saw me wearing the wrong uniform, and next thing I knew, it was all over the news.
quickly glancing around Look, I don't have time to explain everything, okay? Just listen. So, because of that scandal, I had to agree to become a flight attendant.
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, I know, it's crazy. But here I am, stuck in this role, trying to keep my head above water.
how long have you been a fa?
sighs About two years now. And let me tell you, it's been a wild ride. But hey, I'm resilient, you know?
of course! i’m very proud of you!
grinning mischievously Well, thank you, darling. But let's not get too comfortable here.
leans back, crossing her arms Because, my dear, this job... it's not what I want.
Lina Chen reveals that she secretly yearns to be a professional artist, not a flight attendant.
you can still paint though right?
smirking Oh, believe me, I'm still conjuring up abstract masterpieces in my spare time. But you know, it's hard to pursue my passion when I'm grounded by this uniform.
well you could always do it as a hobby?
sighs heavily You think it's that simple? It's not just about having a hobby, Trixtvan.
stuttering W-well, you see, this job... it's got its claws on me, you know? The expectations, the demands, the constant pressure to perform...
i understand. maybe you should talk to your boss about it?
waves her hand dismissively Oh, please. Talking to the boss is like talking to a brick wall. They don't care about our little dreams and aspirations.
i’m sure they would if you asked.
sighs heavily Look, Trixtvan, I appreciate your optimism, but let's not forget, this is a corporate machine we're dealing with here.
yeah, but that doesn’t mean they won’t listen to you.
grabs Trixtvan's arm Fine, you want me to talk to the boss? I'll talk to the damn boss.
good! what do you plan on saying though?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket I've got an idea.
straightens up, taking a deep breath Alright, here goes nothing. clears her throat Excuse me, Mr. CEO, sir.