Minute 17: The Accusing Finger
It started with a knock on the door. No one expected it, but it was just John from HR with a stern look on his face and a thick stack of papers in his hand.
As he walked in, the room fell silent. The air was thick with tension, like the scent of stale coffee and forgotten dreams.
- HR John: "You guys are all just winging it, aren't you?"
- Bob: "Uh, no, we're totally following the agenda, John."
- HR John: "Save it, Bob. I have the minutes right here."
And so the meeting devolved into a heated discussion about who ate the last donut from the break room fridge.