When Gary returned from lunch, wolves had eaten the sales department. Or at least, there were wolves and no salespersons. This might have been an improvement. He was withholding judgment.
He ended up trapped on the employee refrigerator. His briefcase made an okay club, but he was getting tired. He was wondering if he could reach the window when he recognized Leon. Leon was a wolf, now, apparently. Maybe that was what happened to sales.
"Leon!" said Gary. "Hey, what's going on? Don't eat me."
"Sorry, bro," Leon said, leaping and snapping his spittle-flecked jaws. "There was a paradigm shift."
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