The Golden Mirror
The board vote is on Friday, and you are already a ghost in your own life. You sit in the glass-walled suite of Director Vance, the city lights of Chicago blurring into streaks of gold and gray outside, while he dismantles your twenty-year career with the precision of a surgeon removing a tumor. He does not shout. He does not need to. He slides a folder across the mahogany desk, the paper crisp...
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