I Hope You Brought Enough For Everyone! (16.12.... 🔥 Plus

"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."

Suddenly, another head popped up to the left. It was Sarah from Payroll. "Did someone say fig? I haven't had breakfast."

"You know, I actually have a 12:30," Miller said, backing away. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....

Within thirty seconds, five people were standing around Arthur’s desk, staring down at the 6-inch pocket of bread. Arthur instinctively pulled the greaseproof paper tighter around the sourdough, clutching it to his chest like a cornered animal.

"Is that... fig?" Miller’s head rose another three inches. "Wow, Arthur," Sarah said, leaning in so close

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

The others chimed in with supportive, hungry laughs. "Yeah, Arthur!" "Pass it around!" "I'll take a corner!" "Imported

Arthur took the smallest, crust-only piece for himself and popped it into his mouth. He then gestured grandly to the five tiny, mangled cubes of bread resting on his desk. "Help yourselves," Arthur said through dry lips.