"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."
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. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....
"You know, I actually have a 12:30," Miller said, backing away. "Wow, Arthur," Sarah said, leaning in so close
Suddenly, another head popped up to the left. It was Sarah from Payroll. "Did someone say fig? I haven't had breakfast." " Sarah said