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July 11, 2012
The new office is like Ten Forward on the star ship Enterprise 1701D: very roomy, modern and public. A hundred people gathered around fruit trays, complete with sour a sour yogurt-style dip, and an assortment of baked goods. Executives, too far up the ladder to even know, murmured professionally as expressions wavered between pride and complacency. After the line was gone, I loaded the fruit onto a plate, slopped a spoonful of dip in the middle, and grabbed a mini-baguette. Before I finished, Abhi's head popped over one of the three 4-foot walls. There's calls in queue.