“The nuclear option,” she muttered.
Sarah leaned back in her chair, the adrenaline draining out of her like sand from a cracked hourglass. She looked at the printer, which now sat silent and innocent. force clear print queue
The printer’s display glowed a sickly blue: Processing... 1 of 847. “The nuclear option,” she muttered
The printer shuddered. The blank sheets stopped sliding out. For one glorious second, there was silence. “The nuclear option
The printer hummed. It spat out page one—the cover sheet. Then page two. Clean. Fast. Perfect.