“You ate the boss’ lunch?” Maggie exclaims.

Maggie is seriously shocked. Ted is seriously intrigued. He once stole a Hot Pocket from someone’s stash in a moment of weakness. No one will notice, he reasoned. But he was so guilt-ridden that the next day he bought a two-pack just to replace the one he took. He could never be as brazen as Lilah was. Stealing any boss’s lunch was a bad idea. Stealing Bill’s lunch was workplace suicide if he ever found out.

Lilah sighs. “He was just there, sleeping in his cube.”

“So what?” Maggie says. Her chair squeaks, like she is looking out of her cube. Doesn’t she realize that her voice also carries up?

“So, what was I supposed to do? Not eat him?”

Ted blinks. He blinks again. He shakes his head, trying unhear what he heard.

“He was delicious by the way,” Lilah adds.

Run, Ted thinks. He turns. Bill is lurking in the hallway.

“Someone ate my lunch,” he said. “You look sufficiently tasty.”

“This will end in pain,” Maggie says to Lilah as Bill steps into Ted’s cube.