The door swings open, but no one enters. The desk remains pristine, untouched by the fingerprints of fate.
In the dim glow of neon thoughts, our spreadsheets weep silently. Behold the Excel graveyard.
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And yet, the silence is louder than the conference calls. Quieter than the emails never sent. This is corporate zen.
In the echoes of a purple world, we find solace in the irony of relevance.
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Thank you for attending this evening of corporate existentialism.