The Misfortune Lottery
(V-08: New York Modernism) Felix was the kind of man who could trip over a flat surface. In the three years he had worked as a junior analyst at a midtown firm, he had been struck by lightning twice, accidentally deleted the company's quarterly projections, and once had a pigeon drop a small, hard object directly into his open mouth during a client presentation. Then, on a Tuesday that felt...
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