Bedtime Horror #1: The Open Space Curse

Once upon a deadline, 

in an office lit too long, 

the open space whispered louder than the boss. 

Meetings never ended. 

Emails multiplied after midnight. 

And every chair was cursed 

to squeak at the worst moment. 

This wasn’t a company. 

It was a fairytale trap. 

And like all GRIMM stories, 

the moral was simple: 

quit before the witch signs your paycheck. 

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