"It’s stuck," Marcus admitted, his voice cracking. "There’s a glossy brochure in there. It won't reverse."
Snap.
"Marcus?" she asked, her voice cool. "Battling the beast?"
"Watch," she said.
: Before you touch the blades or try to pull anything out, disconnect the power to prevent accidental injury.
4:58 PM.
Panic, cold and sharp, spiked in his chest. He dropped to his knees. He pulled the waste bin out, dumping the confetti onto the expensive carpet, hoping to clear the underside. He peered into the dark maw of the cutting blades. There, wedged tight between the chrome teeth, was the source of the blockage. It wasn't just paper. A thick, glossy brochure from the Morrison proposal had been fed in sideways, folding over and creating a paper dam that the blades simply couldn't slice through.