I checked and rechecked the numbers, hoping against hope
that they’d change, that I’d find that one I forgot to carry, or that a few
zeros would magically appear somewhere.
But, of course, they didn’t.
I took my time heading up to the boss’ office, drawing out
the moment for as long as I could. I turned off some lights, I cleaned cups in
the break room, I must have drunk a dozen cups of water, but then, eventually,
I went to break the news.
I presume he’d worked out the sums hours ago, given how cold
his corpse was.
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