Ask your doctor if unlocking the memory of your own death is right for you. (Closed / HCCR)
Cecil's shows, in the last few days, had gotten... longer. It wasn't so much the result of an increase in content as it was an increase in pausing, and a decrease in speed. He hoped no one had noticed. He also hoped they hadn't noticed his hoarse voice and the way he kept rubbing at his neck when no one was looking. He did not bother to hope that no one noticed the way he was sighing into his coffee in the break room afterwards, as he assumed no one would really be paying attention to begin with.
So Cecil sighed into his coffee, ignoring the way its unnecessarily high temperature made his already ragged throat feel as much more uncomfortable as it could, given the limitations of his physical form. He did not pay the slightest amount of attention to his employees, or their reactions. Part of being a good boss, after all, was apathy.
