When the executives left, Brad stood alone by the screen, staring at his own pixelated face under Visionary Leadership. Ethan closed his laptop and slipped quietly from the room. Outside, the morning sun caught on the glass walls of the lobby, scattering reflections. Ethan smiled. Justice, he thought, served in beautiful slides.
By afternoon, the rumors had already spread faster than any memo. People from other floors dropped by the analytics wing “just to borrow a stapler.” They wanted to see the man who’d presented customer cow relations to the board. The nickname “Mr. 4000%” was born before lunch.