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... ess-induced heart attack, or getting hit by a car while distracted scrolling through his phone.
But he never imagined it would be because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
...
The night was cold and damp. Mark had just walked out of the office after his boss — with that shit-eating grin he probably practiced in the mirror — informed him that the company was "restructuring" and that his services were no longer needed.
Ten years.
Ten goddamn years of his life ...
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