The new guy wipes his hands on his pants to get rid of the sweat that coats his palms. He stares up at the faded sign above the doorway, takes a deep breath and jumps right in.
He was hired to make things better for the company, and just from what he’s seen, they need it.
“You must be the new guy,” the receptionist says before he can introduce himself properly. “They’re already waiting for you.”
He goes through the door that she points toward and finds several older men in suits staring at him as he enters, their faces drawn and old and tired.
“Welcome in.” One of the older guys droned, not looking excited to have new blood at all. “You’ve got a lot to prove.”
Whatever needed to be done, he would do it. He was the new guy after all.
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