The Golden Mirror
The office party was a disaster of clinking glasses and forced laughter. The air smelled of stale beer and expensive perfume. Gerald stood in the corner, holding a glass of water he had not drunk. He watched the crowd. They moved like a school of fish, avoiding the edges. His boss, Mr. Vance, was at the center. Vance was a large man. He spoke loudly. He laughed too hard. Gerald felt a tightness...
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