The pizza order for lunch today is almost a half an hour late. The employees are restless, circling the office, dodging in and out of the kitchen every five minutes. The grumblings of discontent and empty stomachs fill the air.
If they break...if they turn to cannabilism in their desperation...I will be the first to go. I'm the temp, they don't know me as well as they know each other. I'm utterly replaceable. Plus I'm plump and delicious looking.
Meanwhile, I am one of the few employees who took the healthy option today and ordered a salad. It's already here. It's pretty scrumptious, containing roasted cauliflower, sweet potatoes, blue cheese, walnuts, apples, and beets. The fact that I am one of the chosen few whose lunch has already been delivered can only fuel the ire against me. Plus, I'm sure it's making me more delicious with every bite I take.
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