Harry didn't like to eat in the break room because it was so dreary. He preferred to take his lunch back to his cubicle and hang a homemade "Out to Lunch" sign across the opening to prevent anyone from making him work. Brenda, Pam and Luce loved the break room, and they lorded over the round table like knights. Or like The View. Harry hated to walk past them and he hated even more having to warm his food in the microwave and wait near them because they sounded like chickens clucking.
Today, Claudia was bent over, her head in the refrigerator, and it was a glorious view. Claudia was a new hire and Harry knew she wouldn't be here long. "Promotion" was written all over her long legs and tight skirts and low-cut blouses. Harry stopped near the door to wait for his turn in the fridge, and to admire the view. Into the fridge, Claudia growled, "Where the hell is my lunch?"
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