The room was on the third floor and it had a table and a box of tissues on it that nobody ever touches, which is the single most humiliating object in corporate life.
Farrell was there, and a woman from HR called Deborah who was extremely kind, and Bronte Keane, who had insisted on being in the room and who sat with her arms folded like a woman at a hanging.
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