She'd been invited to the reunion of her university writing group, and panic had arrived with the invitation: the workshop required sharing documents in the original .docx format, and the latest cloud tools her friends used were a tangle she didn't trust. Mara liked control. She liked files she could hold, copies she could tuck into a thumb drive and carry like a talisman. "Office 2010," she muttered, remembering the ribbon that had felt new and sensible once upon a time. The laptop had no office suite, only a messy install of an alternative that mangled paragraphs. The ad glinted. Exclusive.