The Golden Cellar
The champagne was cold, which was a mistake, because the room was too hot and the air conditioning was humming a low, dying note that vibrated in the fillings of my teeth. We were celebrating the merger, or rather, the absorption, a polite word for the fact that our firm, a boutique consultancy with a history of quiet diligence, was being swallowed whole by a conglomerate that operated more...
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