I Hope You — Brought Enough For Everyone! (16.12....

Arthur watched in horror as Sarah followed Miller. Then, like meerkats sensing rain, three more heads popped up from the data entry pool.

"Yeah, me too," Sarah mumbled, turning on her heel. "And I think that cheese might be a bit too rich for me anyway."

Arthur took the smallest, crust-only piece for himself and popped it into his mouth. He then gestured grandly to the five tiny, mangled cubes of bread resting on his desk. "Help yourselves," Arthur said through dry lips. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....

Within ten seconds, the cubicle aisle was empty. Arthur sat alone at his desk, staring at the five lonely, mutilated squares of sourdough. They were ruined, but as he picked up a sticky piece of crust, Arthur smiled. It was a small price to pay for peace.

Suddenly, another head popped up to the left. It was Sarah from Payroll. "Did someone say fig? I haven't had breakfast." Arthur watched in horror as Sarah followed Miller

Arthur Smedley took his snacks very seriously. In his forty-two years at the Department of Records, he had never once partaken in the communal box of stale donuts in the breakroom. No, Arthur brought his own.

Arthur froze, the crust just brushing his mustache. "It's just a small sandwich." "And I think that cheese might be a

"You know, I actually have a 12:30," Miller said, backing away.