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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.

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

Suddenly, another head popped up to the left. It was Sarah from Payroll. "Did someone say fig? I haven't had breakfast." Arthur took the smallest, crust-only piece for himself

"What's that smell, Arthur?" Miller asked, his nostrils visibly flaring. "Wow, Arthur," Sarah said, leaning in so close

"Smells big," Miller said, standing up fully. He began to walk over. "Smells like a gourmet bistro in here."

"And that glaze," Miller noted, pointing a finger dangerously close to a drip of fig jam. "That looks home-made." "My wife makes it," Arthur said defensively.

Arthur looked at the five of them. He looked down at his single, beautiful sourdough roll. He thought about the three minutes he had spent toasting it to perfection on his cast-iron skillet at 6:00 AM.