Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

door clicking shut behind him.

The silence that came back was heavier than before. Gregory stood near the projector screen, his shadow long and distorted against the pie charts that were still glowing on the white wall.

“We have a motion on the table to approve the merger,” Harold said, looking around the mahogany table. “Do I hear a second?”

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