The Blank Horizon
The office was a grid of grey cubicles, a landscape of beige carpets and flickering fluorescent lights. Mark had worked at the firm for twelve years. He was a man who had become a ghost in his own life, his identity slowly eroded by a thousand spreadsheets and a million emails. His manager, Mr. Henderson, was a man of KPIs and quarterly projections. He didn't see people; he saw resources. To...
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