HYSSOP

Wednesday, March 23 6:30 p.m.

Dave looked at the bottle in his hand. He squinted down the narrow neck into the black fluid below searching for answers. A two thousand year old bottle shouldn’t be wasted on a pity party, but rather a celebration. His head buzzed slightly. Right now, all of his area managers were quitting for the day while each supervisor was clocking in the Wednesday night shift. What did he have to do that was different from what he had ever done to get his district back on track and competitive with his peers? Tomorrow he would assemble his B.E.S.T. team and begin brainstorming. He swished the dark liquid around in a slow circle.

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