The whole office knows of my finger-slicing incident. It was hard to deny after the secretary found the first aid kit ripped open next to my desk, with a blood trail retracing my exact steps.
My eyes are bloodshot, my breath is questionnable, and the only thing keeping me from collapsing is the gallons of coffee Tom has been brewing.
Michael grabbed the panels and model and left, without a word. Can't be sure he appreciated the all-nighter.
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