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

The coworkers stared at the sad, destroyed remnants of the masterpiece. Miller blinked, cleared his throat, and looked at his watch.

"Is that... fig?" Miller’s head rose another three inches. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....

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. The coworkers stared at the sad, destroyed remnants

"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." The coworkers stared at the sad

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

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