Chapter 86: Don't Chuck a Doughnut at Trey

Finn and I set up the large dishes of various pasta noodles and sauce containers for those employees who will eat in the building for today's buffet style lunch. Finn places the final custom ordered dish on an empty desk and leaves them with extra napkins.

"You'll learn everyone's needs once you start placing the lunch orders." His words sound innocent, but he stresses the word needs a bit longer, and it leaves me worried there's more to his casual comment.

I crumple up the now empty bag and walk it to the large trash can on the side wall. Above the table a clock like you find in every high school classroom ticks away the seconds past 12:15. We didn't deliver a meal to Trey's office although Finn pointed it out as we walked by. The wooden door was sealed shut and the blinds tightly closed over the big window beside it. Grant never walked out my way this morning and Mari hasn't either. I check his still closed door again and tell my brain I don't care who's in there with him.

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