"Fer Chrissakes!" Jane was so loud and abrupt that everyone around her in the employee briefing started. Even Morgan, the manager running the meeting, normally equanimous, jumped a little. "Do you really expect us to work on Thanksgiving and stay open all night? We deserve a holiday, too. How is this fair?" "It's, uh, not a question of, um, fair." Morgan ran her hand through her short hair. "It's just what's..." her eyes flicked to the side, as though she wanted to look behind her. "...what's best for the company. We need to stay... competitive."

"What aren't you telling us?" Jane said. "You're a good boss. Is someone from corporate forcing you do this?"

Morgan shook her head nervously. "No, I — of course not." She was trying very hard not to look behind her. "It's just very, uh, important to..." Morgan trailed off.

"It's true!" A voice boomed from thin air, right beside Morgan. "She is being forced! By me, the Invisible Hand!" Villainous laughter filled the room. "You can resist if you choose, but you shall surely be crushed... by the Invisible Hand!"

Jane wilted. Corporate suits she could manage. But no one could escape the Invisible Hand.