prophets of doom
It was a typical Monday morning in the year 2021 when the prophets gathered in the conference room of the doomed corporation, Omicron Incorporated. The air was thick with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of their leader, The Prophet of the 8-Minute Meeting.
As the door burst open, the Prophet strode in, flanked by the enigmatic CEO, Mr. Johnson, and the Chief Financial Officer, Mrs. Lee.
"Brothers and sisters of the meeting!" the Prophet declared, his voice like thunder in the small conference room. "Today, we shall discuss the fate of our company! For too long, we have suffered the pangs of inefficiency and the stings of procrastination!"
The room fell silent, as if struck by the weight of the Prophet's words. The air conditioning unit above hummed in the background, a stark reminder of the crushing tedium that lay ahead.