The mindless rut in their offices at Company Corp as the common folk beg for scraps below. The crush of machinery slows as the appointed day approaches. A short shift is their gift, the greatest afforded to the poor by the benevolent Company Corp.
As they shuffled away from their temporarily silent machines, sallow tits pressed against a dingy window greeted any who glancing up at those who held offices of power as they celebrated the coming of Christmas.
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Company Corp
Short StoryGlimpses into a modern evil Dickensian corporation and the interactions between management and labour.
