“Shalina!” cried Leo from accounting, his face pale. “The quarterly reports… they’re all gibberish. It’s just the word ‘eel’ repeated four thousand times.”
She grabbed the snow globe. It was cold, painfully so, and the numbers bit into her palms. She carried it back to her desk. The orchid wilted as she passed. The lights strobed. shalina devine office
“Contained?” shrieked Mark from HR, who was standing on a chair, batting away a flapping sludge-crane. “It’s in the ventilation system! I saw a tentacle made of spreadsheets come out of the supply closet!” “Shalina