The table stays. You don’t.
Two guys playing ping pong in one of those offices with a dark accent wall, pendant lighting, and a kombucha tap you’ve seen in every Series B sizzle reel. The screen on the wall behind them says Layoffs 3pm. Two words. The ball is mid-air. Neither player has looked up. This is the whole pitch deck in one photo: the perks are real, the culture is real, and the screen announcing that half the floor is gone by dinner is also real, mounted on the same bracket as the Sonos. The ball is still in play. The jobs are not.