Adrian's office at Sterling & Associates was a masterpiece of minimalism: white walls, glass desk, and a view of the skyline that made him feel like a god. It was a space designed to project power and efficiency, a temple of corporate logic. But inside, Adrian was a hollow shell. He had spent eighty hours a week for five years optimizing the lives of other people, and in the process, he had optimized his own joy out of existence.

He had planned his exit for a Tuesday. He chose Tuesday because it was the most unremarkable day of the week, a day of meetings and memos, a day that didn't deserve a tragedy. He wanted his death to be as efficient as his spreadsheets, a clean break with no lingering errors.

He had left a neat pile of documents on his desk: his resignation, his final reports, and a short, professional suicide note. He had taken a lethal dose of barbiturates and lay down on the designer rug, waiting for the fade-out. He felt a strange sense of peace, as if he were finally completing the last task on his to-do list.

He was halfway to the void when the door opened.

His boss, Marcus, walked in. Marcus didn't scream. He didn't call 911 immediately. Instead, he looked at Adrian's pale face, then at the reports on the desk, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face. He didn't see a dying man; he saw an opportunity.

"Perfect," Marcus whispered.

Marcus called the paramedics, but he also called the PR firm. By the time Adrian woke up in the hospital, he wasn't a suicide attempt; he was a "victim of corporate burnout." Marcus had turned Adrian's despair into a campaign for "Mental Health Awareness in the Workplace," using it to secure a massive government grant for the firm and a new image of "compassionate leadership" for himself.

Adrian became the face of the company's new wellness initiative. He was given a raise, a better office, and a series of public speaking engagements where he talked about "overcoming the darkness." He was praised for his bravery, for his "honesty" about the pressures of the job.

He sat in his new, larger office, wearing a suit that cost more than his first car, and looked at the skyline. He realized that in the corporate world, even your soul is a resource. His despair had been harvested, processed, and sold for a profit. He was now more valuable to the company as a "recovering suicide" than he had ever been as a lawyer.

He wanted to die again, but he knew that if he did, Marcus would just find a way to monetize the funeral.

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