Corporate chaos. Professional nonsense. The peculiar theater of pretending a meeting couldn't have been an email. Daily survival in hostile spreadsheet territory.
We all have a Bill. The coworker who forwards chaos and copies the client. What we don’t all have is a Mae — the accounting manager so calm she lowers your blood pressure mid-rant.
They don’t steal wallets — they steal commissions.
“Per my last email” is not aggression. It’s documentation. And sometimes… therapy.
A real-time forensic analysis of how six adults with working calendars ended up in a conference room to discuss something that could have been resolved with three sentences and a reply-all.