paper shredder stuck
paper shredder stuck

She stopped at the entrance to the cubicle farm, holding a potted plant. She raised an eyebrow at Marcus, who was currently sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a snowdrift of shredded paper, holding a bent letter opener like a murder weapon.

The rain outside showed no mercy, battering against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the forty-second floor. Inside, the atmosphere was even stormier.