consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/schadenfreude.txt

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The announcement went up on the company blog at nine in the morning. The smug director — the one who had spent two years making everyone under him miserable while failing upward — was leaving "to pursue other opportunities." Three of them met at the coffee machine and exchanged a single look, and all three of them had to work hard not to grin. Nobody said anything. They didn't have to. Somebody refilled the sugar caddy just to have something to do with their hands. On the walk back to her desk she felt a mean little happiness flicker through her chest and she let it. She had earned this one.