How long had I went along to get along? How long had I subverted my beliefs, my thoughts, my feelings, my dreams? Well, not always and forever, but long enough to be caught in the middle of one hell of a corporate ethical meltdown, although not technically caught and not in the middle. Lost, hidden and undetected in the bowels of the beast.
And hidden is where I値l stay for now. Assuming an alias, writing for myself, imagining a new story, wherein the beast swims off to its destiny, and I jump free.