Lunch at the Office

This wasn't just any Tiramisu. It was from //The Noble Crumb//. Having survived your morning, you head to the communal lunch room. Opening the fridge door, a respectable amount of anticipatory drool starts to form; you search for the brown sad state of a lunch bag with your name on it. Wait. What the hell?! The lunch bag containing the Tiramisu of your dreams, the one on which your emotional stability was hanging, is NOWHERE to be found. At first you panic. Then you catch your breath and start to form a plan. In such dire circumstances there are only three options: * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Grab your keys and head home for the day. No job is worth a situation of this magnitude->Grab your keys Tiramisu]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Ask around. Your coworkers must have seen something.]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Call in a favor and check the security tapes->Security Tapes Tiramisu]]

This wasn't just any sandwich. It was from //The Noble Crumb//. Having survived your morning, you head to the communal lunch room. Opening the fridge door, a respectable amount of anticipatory drool starts to form; you search for the brown sad state of a lunch bag with your name on it. Wait. What the hell?! The lunch bag containing the sandwich of your dreams, the one on which your emotional stability was hanging, is NOWHERE to be found. At first you panic. Then you catch your breath and start to form a plan. In such dire circumstances there are only three options: * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Grab your keys and head home for the day. No job is worth a situation of this magnitude]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Search the kitchen for potential clues]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Call in a favor and check the security tapes]]

It was a Monday. Like all other Mondays it included: * Showing a grossly overpaid superior how to attach a pdf to an email (again!). * Recieving "Gotcha." or "Sounds Good." in reply to your email asking numerous, direct questions. * Considering all of your life choices up until this point. The thing that made this particular Monday tolerable was what was waiting for you in the staff fridge for lunch. . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[A sandwich from your favourite deli->A sandwich from your favourite deli.]]<br> * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[The most delectable Tiramisu->The most delectable slice of Tiramisu.]]

Okay. So, maybe there are only two options. You have a mortgage to pay and a mouth to feed. * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[~~Grab your keys and head home for the day. No job is worth a situation of this magnitude~~] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Search the kitchen for potential clues]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Call in a favor and check the security tapes]]

You open the fridge again, searching in desperation for any clue that would help explain the disappearance of your lunch bag. You notice a slight glimmer where you expected your lunch bag to be. It's (text-colour:#a9e34b)[GLITTER]! You recall setting your lunch bag on the counter this morning on top of a pile of loose glitter sent in a promotional ad for jewlery cleaning. Inconvenient at the time, but now you are thanking your lucky stars as this might be the clue that leads you to the lunch thief. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Follow the trail of green glitter]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Search the surrounding offices for any traces of glitter]]

Your buddy Avery in security owes you one. You call in the favor and they pull up the recording from this morning. At first there isn't a lot to observe, just the mundane comings and goings of your fellow coworkers. However, at 11:45 AM you see your boss enter, and their behaviour seems quite suspect. After checking the door multiple times, perhaps to determine if they are alone, they open the fridge and start going through the lunch containers. You see the exact moment that your boss comes across your sandwich. The very instant that it registers what they have stumbled upon and the moment that their plan is formed. You watch, mouth agape, as your boss gently tucks your lunch bag into their briefcase and exits the lunchroom. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Confront your boss]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Avoid confrontation. It's only a sandwich, right?]]

Ah ha! On closer inspection you notice green specks of glitter on the floor. Getting down on hands and knees you take a closer look. Do you look ridiculous? Yes. Are you naively believing it will all be worth it? YES. You reflect on the strange turn your Monday has taken as you crawl from the kitchen out into the hallway, following the trail of glitter. Eventually the trail goes cold at the base of a large monstera plant. You lift your gaze and, lo and behold, sitting at the base of the plant, tucked neatly inside the pot, is YOUR BROWN PAPER LUNCH BAG. You consider your options . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Snatch the bag out from the pot. You can't wait to dig into your sandwich!]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Leave the bag in the pot and perform a stakeout. You need to know who the thief is!]]

You poke your head into the few office doors that are open and immediately feel foolish. What would you say if one of your coworkers catches you snooping around in their workspace? With no clear evidence, you decide to . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Follow the trail of green glitter]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Call in a favor and check the security tapes]]

You brush the dirt off the bottom of the bag and open it. Your sandwich has survived and is relatively unscathed. Returning to your desk to eat it, you savor each and every bite. Will it be enough to get you through the remainder of the day? You bet! Will you lay awake at night wondering who the thief is? You bet! You consider high security lunch bag options for the future as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")+(text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[THE END]]

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You pop your head into your boss's office and ask for a moment of their time. They appear slightly flustered as you sit down. While you would love to draw out this interaction and really make them squirm, you decide to cut to the chase and immediately let them know what you know. Embarrassed, your boss describes their hectic morning and moment of desperation. After apologizing profusely, they firmly state that it won't ever happen again. To make ammends, your boss offers to extend your lunch break and buy your lunch. It's no sandwich from //The Noble Crumb//, but you have a few errands to run and could use the extra time. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[[THE END]]

You decide that your job means more to you than creating a potentially awkward situation over a sandwich. You consider high security lunch bag options for the future as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[[THE END]]

You find a lounge chair in the common area adjacent to the hallway with the potted plant that contains your lunch bag. Feeling very MI6, you wait patiently for your thief to circle back and retrieve the goods they've stashed temporarily (you hope!). You wait. And wait. And wait, untill you see your boss out of the corner of your eye standing suspiciously close to the plant. When the hallway is clear, you watch them pull your lunch bag from the plant. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Confront your boss->Confront Boss Prank]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Avoid confrontation. It's only a sandwich, right?]]

You leap out of your chair "AH HA" you exclaim. Your boss, now visibly flustered, starts to explain, "You caught me! I overhead you talking to Avery about how you were looking forward to lunch and I thought I would play a prank on you. Hilarious, right?" They proceed to hand the lunch bag to you as they apologize for their misguided sense of humor. You are not amused. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Take the bag and let the whole situation go. You don't really care as long as you can still eat your sandwich]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Take the sandwich and flash a false smile. You'll plot your revenge while eating your sandwich->Take the sandwich and give a fake smile. You'll plot revenge while you eat your sandwich.]]

You brush the dirt off the bottom of the bag and open it. Your sandwich has survived and is relatively unscathed. Returning to your desk to eat it you savor each and every bite. You consider high security lunch bag options for the future as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")+(text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[THE END]]

You brush the dirt off the bottom of the bag and open it. Your sandwich has survived and is relatively unscathed. Returning to your desk to eat it, you savor each and every bite. You consider high security lunch bag options for the future and silently plot your revenge as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")+(text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[THE END]]

You drop into the office of the gossipy intern who can always be counted on for reliable intel. They report that they haven't noticed any suspicious behaviour in the lunch room; however, they noticed your boss hanging around the large potted monstera in the hallway. It might be totally unrelated, but they suggest you take a look at the plant. You make your way into the hallway towards the plant and, lo and behold, sitting at the base of the plant, tucked neatly inside the pot, is YOUR BROWN PAPER LUNCH BAG. You consider your options . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Snatch the bag out from the pot. You can't wait to dig into your Tiramisu!]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Leave the bag in the pot and perform a stakeout. You need to know who the thief is!->Stakeout Tiramisu]]

Okay. So, maybe there are only two options. You have a mortgage to pay and a mouth to feed. * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[~~Grab your keys and head home for the day. No job is worth a situation of this magnitude~~] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Ask around. Your coworkers must have seen something->Ask around. Your coworkers must have seen something.]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Call in a favor and check the security tapes->Security Tapes Tiramisu]]

Your buddy Avery in security owes you one. You call in the favor and they pull up the recording from this morning. At first there isn't a lot to observe, just the mundane comings and goings of your fellow coworkers. However, at 11:45 AM you see your boss enter, and their behaviour seems quite suspect. After checking the door multiple times, perhaps to determine if they are alone, they open the fridge and start going through the lunch containers. You see the exact moment that your boss comes across your Tiramisu. The very instant that it registers what they have stumbled upon and the moment that their plan is formed. You watch, mouth agape, as your boss gently tucks your lunch bag into their briefcase and exits the lunchroom. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Confront your boss.->Confront your boss Tiramisu]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Avoid confrontation. It's only Tiramisu, right?]]

You decide that your job means more to you than creating a potentially awkward situation over Tiramisu. You consider high security lunch bag options for the future as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[[THE END]]

You pop your head into your boss's office and ask for a moment of their time. They appear slightly flustered as you sit down. While you would love to draw out this interaction and really make them squirm, you decide to cut to the chase and immediately let them know what you know. Embarrassed, your boss describes their hectic morning and moment of desperation. After apologizing profusely, they firmly state that it won't ever happen again. To make ammends, your boss offers to extend your lunch break and buy your lunch. It's no Tiramisu from //The Noble Crumb//, but you have a few errands to run and could use the extra time. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")[[THE END]]

You brush the dirt off the bottom of the bag and open it. Your Tiramisu has survived and is relatively unscathed. Returning to your desk to eat it, you savor each and every bite. Will it be enough to get you through the remainder of the day? You bet! Will you lay awake at night wondering who the thief is? You bet! You consider high security lunch bag options for the future as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")+(text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[THE END]]

You find a lounge chair in the common area adjacent to the hallway with the potted plant that contains your lunch bag. Feeling very MI6, you wait patiently for your thief to circle back and retrieve the goods they've stashed temporarily (you hope!). You wait. And wait. And wait, untill you see your boss out of the corner of your eye standing suspiciously close to the plant. When the hallway is clear, you watch them pull your lunch bag from the plant. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Confront your boss.->Confront Boss Tiramisu Prank]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Avoid confrontation. It's only Tiramisu, right?]]

You leap out of your chair "AH HA" you exclaim. Your boss, now visibly flustered, starts to explain, "You caught me! I overhead you talking to Avery about how you were looking forward to lunch and I thought I would play a prank on you. Hilarious, right?" They proceed to hand the lunch bag to you as they apologize for their misguided sense of humor. You are not amused. Do you . . . * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Take the bag and let the whole situation go. You don't really care as long as you can still eat your Tiramisu]] * (text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[Take the sandwich and flash a false smile. You'll plot your revenge while eating Tiramisu.]]

You brush the dirt off the bottom of the bag and open it. Your Tiramisu has survived and is relatively unscathed. Returning to your desk to eat it you savor each and every bite. You consider high security lunch bag options for the future as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")+(text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[THE END]]

You brush the dirt off the bottom of the bag and open it. Your Tiramisu has survived and is relatively unscathed. Returning to your desk to eat it, you savor each and every bite. You consider high security lunch bag options for the future and silently plot your revenge as you finish out your work day. (align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=========")+(text-colour:#66d9e8)+(bg:black)[[THE END]]