All the while, he labored under the poster that covered the entire ceiling above the block of cubicles where he worked. A red line graph showed a sharp line falling, falling, falling. Above it, the orange words glared:
WHAT IS THE SOUND OF NO PROFIT RISING?
Like the others around him, Feckniss worked silently, knowing what hung over him.
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