Aris stared at the note. She sighed, knelt down, and pulled open the waste bin. It was overflowing, a dense brick of cross-cut secrets. She emptied it into the recycling.
Soon, the entire department was paralyzed. Not by fear of losing data, but by the terror of what the shredder might reveal . paper jam shredder
GRRRRNNNK.
“It’s jammed,” Marvin whispered, as if announcing a terminal diagnosis. Aris stared at the note