Thoughtful Gestures

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AISHA LUNCH BREAK was almost over by the time I left Spencer’s office. With only just 10 minutes left, I didn’t have much time to go down to the cafeteria and order a meal. I just returned to my cubicle and sat on my chair. I proceeded with the task that I was doing earlier before lunch break until, slowly, most of my colleagues arrived in the group. “Aisha, where have you been? We didn’t see you at the cafeteria.” Nichole and Ashley walked to my cubicle with their eyebrows raised. “Did you skip lunch?” Ashley asked, her voice laced with concern. Shrugging my head, I pushed my chair backward and stretched my neck. “I had to finish something. How was the food today?” “It was great, they had Mexican food as the main thing.” “Yum,” I mumbled. In truth, my stomach grumbled at the t

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