Fiction: A Dream, Deferred
<p>Lewis let out a groan without moving his lips. More of a grunt, really. His camera was on, but he was muted. It was past eight in the evening on a Friday, and his meeting would not end. The client prattled on and on about how wonderful their product would be for his business, but he was scrolling through emails and just wanted to close this sale. Actually, he just wanted to get off work.</p>
<p>“Was there anything else you wanted to know about the API integration with your SAP backend, Carlos?”</p>
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