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My phone buzzed against the conference room table at 1:17 p.m.

I remember the time because the budget slide on the wall had frozen, and the little digital clock in the corner of my laptop looked sharper than anything else in that room.

The table smelled like burnt coffee, dry-erase markers, and the old carpet smell every office gets when the air conditioning has been running too long.

My manager was talking about quarterly cuts.