It was a dark and stormy night when we realized that the meeting that should have ended 5 minutes ago was still ongoing. The minutes ticked by like hours, and the coffee machine had been drained of its life-giving elixir.
The meeting prophets gathered, their eyes fixed on the clock, willing the hands to move faster. But alas, time is a cruel mistress, and the hands of the clock seemed to be taunting us, moving with a slow, sadistic glee.
We tried everything: setting an agenda, making eye contact, and even bribing the CEO with donuts. But nothing seemed to work.
Just when all hope seemed lost, one of the meeting prophets had an epiphany. They stood up, pointed their finger, and declared: "I know what happened next!"
We all looked at them in awe, our eyes shining with hope. And what happened next?
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