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Chapter 23: Mandatory Cross-Dimensional Team-Building Retreat
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Chapter 23: Mandatory Cross-Dimensional Team-Building Retreat (Please Pack Accordingly)

Freddie had battled cursed paperclips, survived a goat-induced prophecy, and barely escaped a stapler uprising with most of his limbs intact.

But nothing—nothing—filled him with dread like the five words now glowing in fluorescent horror across the breakroom bulletin board:

"MANDATORY CROSS-DIMENSIONAL TEAM-BUILDING RETREAT"

Underneath in bold:

Attendance is not optional. Absences will be punished by reassignment to the Department of Eternal Paper Cuts.

Freddie turned to Nigel, who was reading the flyer with the same calm you might expect from a man moments from accepting his doom.

“This is it,” Nigel said grimly. “The final test. The worst horror of all: enforced enthusiasm.”

Departure

They were herded through a glowing portal by HR agents wearing polo shirts and unnatural smiles. The portal deposited them in a surreal floating resort dimension called TrustFalls & Tentacles™: An Interdepartmental
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