DAD JOKES AND RED FLAGS

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RORY:  I hadn’t even made it back to my office before the calendar ping popped up on my laptop screen. Meeting Reminder: 3:30 PM | P&L Refresh w/ Craig – Conf Rm 2E Of course. Because nothing pairs better with post-trauma confrontation fatigue than a PowerPoint and a man whose entire personality is built around pita chips and dad jokes. I sighed, smoothed my blouse, and walked in like I hadn’t just been emotionally eviscerated by Vaughn in the hallway. Craig was already in the room, standing over his laptop like a suburban villain from a Trader Joe’s origin story. Beige khakis. Button-up tucked too tight. And a smile that always looked… a little too wide. “Hey, Rory!” he greeted, chipper and caffeinated. “You ready to talk salted caramel projections? Because I’ve got graphs, jokes,

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