Following the New Paradigm

The wolves bayed outside the conference room. Tom crept forward, knife at the ready. Paul struggled against his bonds, but the telephone cords were strong and tightly knotted.

"I've got obligations, you must understand," Tom said, eyes wide and pleading. He glanced at the door. "I have to deliver positive outcomes. The shareholders demand results. The system is sick, Paul, but I'm only another cog in the machine. You know that, don't you?" He licked his lips. His hand quivered as the blade touched the exposed flesh of Paul's neck. "I don't want to have to do this," he lied.

Business as Usual

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."