There was this woman, and she was a very well thought of fiction editor at a very prestigious book publishing company.
One day she had a manuscript on her desk, submitted by a young man called Sax (not his real name).
"Fuck this," she thought, tossing the manuscript unread into her bin. "I'm going for some lunch."
As she stepped out of the big shiny tower block where her office was located, she was hit by a runaway muckspreader and died a horrible, lingering death in hospital some weeks later.
If only she had stayed at her desk to read that manuscript... |
