Our creepy manager dragged us all into the conference room. The walls were lined with sheets of butcher paper and the table littered with markers. He announced with his usual smarmy arrogance that we were there to brainstorm ways to improve morale. He gestured to the wall, said, “Anything goes,” and stared at us. We stared back, dead silent.
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