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He woke up feeling ill. My ass just exploded, he told his secretary on the phone. Boom, he said. I really don’t need to know that, she said.

They huddle around the table, this disparate group, the office wunderkinds, and they try to fix the thing. But they can’t. Even they know it

He takes a pencil and jams it into his hand and he calls HR and says he’s been stabbed. But not in the back, he says, because I can’t reach.

She walks into the office and smells that thing again. She bumps into her boss and he smiles and says I smell it too. It’s the smell of fear

In the shower that morning, he poked himself in the eye while shampooing. Instead of getting back in bed, he went to work. And fired people.