In his mind he could see Max, motionless, his bloodstream brimming with carbon monoxide, the inter-company memo on his lap. The same Max he’d watched from his office window, making his way down the sidewalk back to the maintenance building, a bundle of fluorescent tubes under his arm. Max, with a bounce in his step, his spirits buoyed by the prospect of decency prevailing in the office suite high above him. Rudy watched him in his head. He could still taste the champagne on his tongue.
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