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All right, it wasn’t that far, she was just in pain.
Eric was such a . . . such a donkey.
Actually, that was mean to donkeys.
Faith shuffled back to the office, carrying her bag of food. Her mouth was watering at the thought of the chicken salad sandwich she’d ordered for herself.
As she walked up to the building where the law office was, she saw an older woman standing on the street, begging. She had a dog sitting next to her.
Fudge knuckles.
Faith was a sucker for dogs. All sorts of animals, really. But particularly dogs. She didn’t have any money to offer her. But . . . she didn’t need that sandwich, did she? And Reuben didn’t need all that extra pastrami in his.
She stopped with a smile and reached in to grab her sandwich. “Sorry, I don’t have any spare cash. But here you go.”
“Thank you, dear.” The woman’s hand shook as she took the sandwich.
“I’m Faith.”
“Margie. This is Petey.”
“Hey, Petey, you sweet boy. There’s some pastrami in the other sandwich; would he like some?” she asked Margie.
“He’d love it.”
She unwrapped Reuben’s sandwich and extracted some of the meat. Petey wolfed it down and looked up at her for more.
Ahh, well, all that meat wasn’t good for Reuben. She drew out some more of the pastrami. And a bit more before wrapping it back up.
“Is there anything else you need, Margie?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m fine, dear. Thank you for the sandwich.”
She smiled and waved as she walked away. Maybe she could bring Petey some dog treats when she got paid.
When she got up to the thirtieth floor, dread filled her as she realized what she’d done.
Perhaps Reuben wouldn’t notice. His door was open, so she walked in quietly and left the sandwich and credit card on his desk.
Then she headed into the kitchen to grab her lunch. Which consisted of a banana and an apple.
She hadn’t had time for anything else this morning.
Heading back to her desk, she sat down to eat her apple.
“Faith!”
Faith winced. Uh-oh. Getting up, she made her way into his office.
“Yes, sir?”
He grimaced. Perhaps she should call him Mr. Jones since he didn’t seem to like ‘sir’ much.
“They forgot the pastrami.”
“Um, well, actually . . . ” she trailed off, wishing she could lie. But she didn’t want to get anyone into trouble.
He sighed. “What did you do?”
