One Team, One Family, One Dream! One Left.

The last cubicle standing.

So there I was, fresh off the janky time machine and stepping into an office that was quieter than a mime convention. Seriously, the only sounds were the gentle hum of servers and the occasional drip of a robotic coffee maker.

As I meandered through this ghost town of abandoned cubicles, something caught my eye—a plaque. Not just any plaque, mind you, bu…