The oldest trick in the office: pretend to work, and no one notices you're doing nothing. Derrence Cale has mastered it. For years he's floated through Chester Chemical Company, a ghost at his desk, invisible precisely because he's made himself so. Then Edwin Tzadi arrives and sees through everything. Their confrontation is a cold, calculated lunch where Tzadi admits he's a company spy, and he wants something Cale isn't willing to give. But the conversation spirals into something neither man expected. Because Tzadi isn't what he appears to be. And neither is anyone else. The world Cale has lived in, the office, the colleagues, the whole damn reality around him, has been slowly and silently replaced. He's the last human being left, surrounded by machines so perfect they've forgotten what they are. Kastle builds this as a workplace thriller before yanking the rug out completely, a brief, brutal meditation on identity, authenticity, and what it means to exist when the copies outnumber you.
