"I assure you, the stapler transcends all binding limitations," she whispered, her breath an echo in the boardroom.
The coffee machine purred, a cosmic oracle of destiny, whispering eiendish plans for the quarterly metaphysical review.
"The metrics indicate a solid investment in chair loans," replied the anonymous stakeholder, their face obscured by the flickering light of ambition.
"I had a dream last night," he began, his eyes narrowing with the intensity of unshed tears, "and in it, there was a pie chart. But of cheese."
"Date the document," she said flatly, "before it documents itself."
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