The coworkers stared at the sad, destroyed remnants of the masterpiece. Miller blinked, cleared his throat, and looked at his watch.
"Well, Arthur," Miller said, nodding at the solitary, glorious sandwich. "I hope you brought enough for everyone!" I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....
"You know, I actually have a 12:30," Miller said, backing away. The coworkers stared at the sad, destroyed remnants
"Smells big," Miller said, standing up fully. He began to walk over. "Smells like a gourmet bistro in here." "I hope you brought enough for everyone
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.
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.