The Pale Shadows
The office smelled of toner and stale coffee. It was a Tuesday. Nothing had happened yet. "Did you read the email?" David asked. He did not look up from his screen. "No." "Read it." "It’s from HR." "Read it, Sam." Sam read it. The words blurred. Then they sharpened. Then they burned. "It says I’m under review," Sam said. His voice was flat. "Good," David said. "That’s what I wanted." "You...
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