How did it get to this?
Trace the story back to its root.
Intro
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Martin sudenly realized that there wasn’t anything particularly empowering about a power lunch, power walking, or power napping, but work lately had him doing all three. It was crunch time, everyone was scrambling, and it felt like no one was making headway. The higher-ups always had more to pile on.
Martin sighed when he just finished unwrapping his sandwich to the sound of his ring tone. Grand Papaaahh calling. Martin sighed again.
 
Grand Papaaahh was organizing a reunion and wanted Martin there. He had also managed to convince Martin to help plan this frivolous ordeal. Work didn't seem to care though and had denied his last 3 requests for time off. This didn't mean anything to Gramps though, and he started in about the reunion before Martin even finished saying hello.
"Grand Papaaaaahhh, I told you, I can't take off right now to help. I'm swamped at work."
"Oh I know you're a busy man, Martin. That's why I called that boss of yours myself to let him know how important this is to the family. He told me _______________. |
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