w firm, which is a fancy way of saying I was

lukewarm takeout, and the constant,

merger, I finally passed out at my desk, my head

up, somethin

arms or legs. I couldn't even feel them. Panic sta

trapped inside a high

screamed old money. A man stood with his back to me, look

ound. It was

empire, a guy whose tabloid exploits I' d scrolled pa

way. He ran a hand through his messy dark hai

rm. It was a strang

muttered, turning me over. "Prom

, instinctual need to... not cooperate. I snagged the fabric. A

he grumbl

desk. I slid across the polished wood and came to

eaming. What the hell is happening? Am I dreaming?

annoying tie clip on the de

e the worst d