The Hidden Cost of a Toxic Culture
Emily looked up from her desk. She could barely see more than a few feet in front of her through the gloopy wafts of smoke. The back of her throat felt burnt. The taste was foul. Each breath took more effort than the last.
As she looked around, she was just able to make out the vague shadows of her team mates. They tapped away on their laptops as the whirling toxic smoke, curled around them.