The Distant Joke
"The panel is off." You say it flat, your voice low enough that the hum of the HVAC system swallows the rest. Miller doesn’t look up from his tablet. He is scrolling through the quarterly budget report, the blue light reflecting in his glasses. You stand behind him, holding your own tablet, the screen dark. The air in the breakroom smells of burnt coffee and stale carpet. "It’s a hairline,"...
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