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Finally, Miller crossed his arms and let out a light, good-natured chuckle that didn't reach his eyes.

"Must be nice," sighed Brenda from Logistics, who had just joined the circle holding a cup of instant noodles that smelled faintly of cardboard and salt. "I forgot my lunch today." I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....

"Wow, Arthur," Sarah said, leaning in so close her lanyard swung over his keyboard. "That looks incredible. Is that real prosciutto?" "It's Italian," Arthur whispered. "Imported." Finally, Miller crossed his arms and let out

Slowly, deliberately, Arthur set the sandwich down on his desk. He reached into his middle drawer and pulled out a heavy pair of industrial steel scissors he used for trimming ledger covers. The crowd gasped in anticipation. Snip. Snip. Snip. "That looks incredible

On this particular Tuesday, Arthur brought a small, grease-stained brown paper bag containing a single, perfectly toasted artisanal sourdough roll stuffed with melted Camembert, prosciutto, and a fig glaze. It was a masterpiece.

Arthur froze, the crust just brushing his mustache. "It's just a small sandwich."

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.