frederick was halfway through his point about some marketing bullshit when he dissolved into pure water, spilling across the conference room table, his hands for a moment perfect water shapes, his face dropping forward to burst on the polished brown, his blue suit darkening and deflating
susan from sales didn’t lift her papers or sleeve in time and her plan for greater brand extension was saturated and pretty much destroyed when the cheap toners diluted and smeared
ian from editing was sloshed down his pants, one sock wet and itchy in record time
as frederick dripped off the table, gemma the studio manager glowed with joy at the beauty of his elegant solution.