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He was nervous. It was obvious. And he’d fucked up. He had to say something to the boss. And I can vacuum! he said. She smiled victoriously.

Jones looked different. He was asked about his hair, his weight, his clothes. So he sent out an email to his colleagues. I’m happy, it said.

He stands up to speak to the convention. This is the zenith of his professional life. I need a drink, he says into the mike. And he gets one

He delivered the presentation while drunk on wine and lost his job the next day. He couldn’t understand why. It was a pinot grigio, he said.

The hangover made him say unspeakable things. Grown men cried. Walls were punched. Careers ruined. But at least he could blame the hangover.

She exits the limo and takes the private elevator. She enters the office; her tea and lemon still hot. She turns on her computer. And farts.