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The last meeting I remember went...bad. The president was there, frothing at the mouth, spitting, and yelling. He was calling us lazy- I can understand that, the man needed to vent at something that could not fight back- but then he began to blame the shortages on our location. He said that the office was costing us too much, and maybe moving us to a cheaper location earlier would have saved the company. He said it with a straight face.
A lie. A complete fabrication.
There was a shootout just outside on my very first day, then a gas explosion down the street. It was the most horrid of all slums that I have ever seen. Before I knew it I was smiling, all my fury channelled into a tiny smirk. "Honestly sir, we're not going to find a cheaper location than this on the whole planet. Where else can we look? On Mars?" What happened next, I don't quite understand...neither the means nor the purpose...
I can still remember the manic, chilling grin on the president's face. Maybe it was a dream- maybe all this is just one horrible nightmare. I guess what I'm trying to say is...
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