From my breast pocket I pulled out a silver case, carefully holding it so that the engraving of my initials above the company logo would be visible to the onlookers. I then swiftly removed the garrote it contained, turned towards Leonidas, who sat immediately to my left, slipped it over his neck and, pushing off the table for leverage, choked him to death, nearly lifting him to his feet in the process. When it was over, I silently counted to ten, giving it time to sink in. Next, I burst into tears to show that I really "had a heart" and had only done it for the good of the company. Gradually the hardened faces surrounding me turned from contempt into sympathy, and soon I was being respectfully consoled. Within a day, as I had predicted, the term "getting Leonidasized" was being used humorously around the office.