"You know, I actually have a 12:30," Miller said, backing away.
Arthur watched in horror as Sarah followed Miller. Then, like meerkats sensing rain, three more heads popped up from the data entry pool. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....
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. "You know, I actually have a 12:30," Miller