The Golden Master
The memo was three pages long, typed on the standard federal stock that smelled faintly of dust and recycled toner, and I held it up to the fluorescent light of the break room, trying to make the ink stand out against the glare. It was a commendation for twenty years of service, a letter of recommendation for the Senior Inspector role, and a subtle, bureaucratic threat that my file was being...
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