The Lobby
In the gray city of Payroll, where the towers hummed with fax machines and nobody ever looked up, a scruffy pup slept outside the revolving doors of the biggest hiring office in the land.
Every morning the suits stepped over him on their way in. Every morning he wagged anyway. He didn't have a name, a home, or a résumé. He had a feeling that one day, the doors would open for him too.