| SAME DAY, LUNCH TIME |

BRIANNA

After wrapping up a pile of files Mr. Adrian had handed me, a yawn escaped my mouth, and right on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly. I patted it, murmuring with a playful grin, “Don’t worry, dear stomach. Food’s on the way.” The scene must’ve looked ridiculous—me, standing alone in an empty office, talking to my own stomach. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Is it lunchtime yet?” I wondered aloud. Glancing at the wall clock, I saw that I was already ...