Merit Coba

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After delivering his key-speech on the necessity of outsourcing his employees to another company to prevent layoffs and cutbacks, the general manager made as if to fold some papers, but he had none as the company had become a real paperless office and communicated only electronically.
The select few in his room moved to congratulate him. They were familiar faces: the painted one of his personal secretary, the stubbed ones of his senior managers and the fresh ones of the junior assistants who would become managers themselves some years into the future.
The mass of employees whose fate was just sealed watched them on small and large screens in small and large rooms all over the world and saw only the smug smiles on those remote faces. Unknowingly the live broadcast had not yet been disconnected, but it didn’t really matter anyway as they had never been connected in the first place.