Cataclysm (Fictional)

It was time. Obediently, Marketing assembled in front of Human Resources and counted noses, then filed out through the vast, slick-floored maroon-and-silver lobby. Job-seekers, huddled like troglodytes in cavernous velour armchairs, glanced up from incomprehensible computer journals as the troupe passed.
“Hasta la Vista!” called out blonde Annabelle Hopf from the reception desk, waving gaily.
Nobody waved [...]

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