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... r punchline, but because Mondays reminded him how trapped he truly was—chained to a desk in a concrete jungle, surrounded by buzzing fluorescent lights and fake smiles.
He sat in his cubicle, eyes glazed over the latest report for marketing analytics. The numbers blurred. His back ached. His coffee had gone cold, untouched. Again.
"Lucas," barked his manager from across the office,
"I need that report in the next ten minutes. And clean it up this time—your last projection ...
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