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

"What's that smell, Arthur?" Miller asked, his nostrils visibly flaring.

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. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....

"Smells big," Miller said, standing up fully. He began to walk over. "Smells like a gourmet bistro in here." "What's that smell, Arthur

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

The group fell into a heavy, expectant silence. Five pairs of eyes tracked Arthur’s hand as it hovered near his mouth. No one moved. No one went back to their desks. They just stood there, breathing in the scent of melted French cheese and cured pork.

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