Khellspawn

“Come in and shut the door, please.” Regan didn’t see why that was necessary – the old office space was deserted, corporate real estate sitting prime on the market with few bidders in sight, where the security guard had disinterestedly waved her through as her pass-card still worked. She didn’t know why she couldn’t have just taken this web conference from home – the audio feed was already open, and like always the video had been disabled, nobody would have known the difference if she had come in t-shirt and sweatpants, even if to her the thought was unfathomable to ever do work in such a condition. But they were still signing her paycheque and providing health insurance, and while work had been near-nonexistent, she figured she might as well come in, dress in her old, tastefully prim skirt suit that was her stand-by when her marketing executive role demanded she meet with stakeholders, be they suppliers, influencers, analysts, or… well, the others alike. She knew she was being