Social angst Stories

They sold the idea as a team-building exercise. Two days out of the office. Culture in the workspace. Grand ideas, presented by people who lived from selling the agenda. It all looked fine on paper—except: people. I stood, waiting for the elevator on the fourth floor of the hotel they’d caged us in for a full two days, a lump lodged in my throat—neither swallowed nor shifting. At least the hallway was empty. At least the...