Kiara, diamant écorché par le sang. Vol. 3

Hazel Diaz

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In the fluorescent-lit labyrinth of Acme Enterprises, the midday break was a sacred ritual. Phones were silenced, keyboards lay dormant, and the air hummed with the satisfying clinking of Tupperware containers being unsealed. For Sarah, a champion of healthy lunches and meticulous meal planning, lunchtime was a moment of peace amidst the corporate chaos. Today, however, that peace was shattered.

Reaching for her lunch bag, the familiar weight promised a delicious culmination of her efforts – a vibrant masterpiece of roasted turkey, crisp lettuce, and tangy cranberry sauce nestled between two slices of whole-wheat bread. But as she peered inside, a gasp escaped her lips. The space between the bread slices lay empty, a mocking expanse of disappointment staring back at her. Her meticulously crafted sandwich, the cornerstone of her carefully planned lunch, had vanished.

Panic, a feeling far sharper than mere hunger, clawed at Sarah. A stolen lunch? In this sterile, corporate haven? Had she forgotten to pack it? Impossible, the weight of the bag in her hand confirmed its presence. Had some mythical office gremlin, a creature of legend whispered about by sleep-deprived interns, developed a taste for gourmet turkey? The answer, however ridiculous it might seem at first, would propel Sarah on a delightful, bite-sized adventure. It was a quest that would not only solve the mystery of the missing sandwich but also unveil a hidden truth about her colleagues – a truth far more delicious than she could have ever imagined.

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