The neon hands of the office clock crept past 9:00 PM, casting a sickly green glow over Arthur’s cluttered desk.
He was late. Unbelievably, catastrophically late.
If he didn’t finish the quarterly risk assessment spreadsheet tonight, his boss, Mr. Henderson—a man whose temperament resembled a shaken bottle of seltzer—would likely banish him to the corporate equivalent of Siberia.
Arthur rubbed his temples, his eyes burning from hours of staring at rows of numbers that had long sin