Rachel
Nolan brought me to the cafeteria at lunch. I must say, the place was gorgeous. The walls were painted light brown bricks. The floors were shiny marbles. There were two large flat screens. Jesus, the place was amazing. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” Nolan commented. “I was thinking the same, too, on my first day.”
“You were?” He answered with a nod. Nolan escorted me to the food display.
“Where’s your card?” he asked. I pulled it out of my skirt pocket. He gave me this in the elevator. “This is your food ticket. You can only get the food here if you show them this. You can’t eat or drink if you don’t have this. Consider it as your pass to eat here.”
“I see. Maybe I will bring my own lunch tomorrow.”
“You can, but since you’re working here, even temporarily, you should
