You sat in that chair. Nodded at that boss. Smiled at that client. Victor sat there too. Then he stopped sitting.
The suit isn't corporate. It's armor against the 9-to-5 grave. Red tie the color of every resignation letter you never sent. Lighter flick: the only honest sound in a room full of lies.
Because Victor is what you say in the shower. What you think in traffic. The version of you that walks out mid-meeting. The version that lights a cigarette in the break room and doesn't apologize.
He's not a character. He's your 3am thought with better lighting. Your group chat energy in skeleton form.
Look at him. That's you if you stopped explaining. If you stopped asking permission. If you stopped caring about performance reviews and started reviewing your own life.
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