The Inverse Life
The meeting room on the 42nd floor of the Madison Avenue tower smelled of expensive espresso and a subtle, lingering scent of desperation. I sat there, leaning back in my ergonomic chair, watching my boss, Marcus, pace the length of the mahogany table. Marcus was a man who believed in "disruption" and "synergy," words he used to mask the fact that he had no idea how the world actually worked....
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