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They Asked Me to Put It in Writing

The meeting was running over. Again. I sat there, nodding along, watching my afternoon slip away while Greg from Compliance picked apart every detail of my proposal.

“I just think we need clearer documentation,” he said. “If you could put everything in writing, that would be great.”

I smiled. “Of course.”

“Just for transparency,” he added, like a man who had never truly been afraid of anything. “That way there’s a record.”

A record. Right. A record is what they’d want.

“Sure,” I said, typing deliberately. “Would you prefer a formal report, or… an obituary?”

Silence. The chat box flickered. Someone unmuted, then thought better of it. Greg’s video feed stuttered, his face frozen in the middle of a polite laugh.

“Uh.” He blinked. “Excuse me?”

I kept smiling. “Just wondering how official you want it to be.”

A notification popped up: Greg has left the meeting.

Nobody spoke.

I closed my laptop, satisfied. If they wanted it in writing, they’d get it.

Maybe even in next weeks obituaries.