I’ll never forget the day I, Daniel, stood at the helm of Smithson Inc., a behemoth of a company that had once been the epitome of success. But as the years went by, the writing on the wall became clear – we were hemorrhaging money, and drastic measures were needed.
I assembled my team, and together, we crafted a plan to “restructure” the company. The euphemism for mass layoffs. We scheduled a Zoom meeting, and I, with a sense of detachment, prepared to deliver the devastating news to 600 unsuspecting employees.
During that rainy night, as I gazed into the sea of expectant faces on my screen, my voice trembled, but I pushed on. “Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your positions have been eliminated, effective immediately.”
The reactions ranged from shock to outrage, but I remained stoic, a mask of corporate indifference plastered on my face. The meeting ended, and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the worst was behind me.
But little did I know, the worst was only just beginning.
As the days passed, strange occurrences began to plague me. Equipment would malfunction, and disembodied whispers seemed to emanate from the vents. I dismissed it as mere paranoia, but the events escalated. Doors would slam shut on their own, and I’d catch glimpses of shadowy figures darting around the office.
One fateful night, as I worked late, I saw them. The ghosts of the 600 employees I had so callously fired. Their eyes burned with a fierce anger, and their whispers coalesced into a chilling chant: “You destroyed our livelihoods, Daniel. Now, you’ll never find peace.”
I tried to flee, but the ghosts seemed to be everywhere, their presence suffocating me. I became a recluse, unable to leave my office, tormented by the vengeful spirits.
The company, once a symbol of my success, now stood as a monument to my failure. The board of directors, sensing my instability, ousted me from my position.
As I sit here, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered career, I realize that the true horror wasn’t the ghosts, but the monster I had become. The Zoom meeting of doom had unleashed a malevolent force, one that would haunt me for eternity.
But, in a twisted turn of events, I’ve discovered that the ghosts have become my unlikely allies. They’ve possessed the company’s servers, and now, Smithson Inc. is a shadow of its former self, a mere specter of a company, forever trapped in the digital realm.
And I, Daniel, am the sole beneficiary of its demise. The ghosts, it seems, have a twisted sense of justice. I’m now the owner of the company, but at what cost? My sanity? My soul?
The Zoom meeting of doom has become a cautionary tale, a reminder that the consequences of our actions can be far more terrifying than we ever imagined.
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