Ian and Devon were staring at a computer screen in their office. It was a vast, empty office with no walls, just three desks and three PCs. “This isn’t working, it keeps failing on the third iteration,” said Devon. “Then fix it, dude, it’s your animation code,” “True enough, but it’s built off of your framework. The base code just can’t handle it,” “The base code can handle it, just change the approach,” “Excuse me,” came a voice from the far side of the office. It was a young woman, no older than twenty two. “I’m looking for Project Eight Gaming?” “Welcome, you must be here for the interview,” said Ian, stepping out from behind the desk as she approached them. “Yes, Melisa,” “I’m Ian, this is Devon, take a seat over there and we’ll get started,” “Sal haar soos n perd ry,” said Devon. “I understand Afrikaans,” she said, distaste in her ...