Wagyu War My Corner Office

I'd been on a brutal cut for almost a month, so my planned cheat meal was more than a rewardit was a necessity. When the delivery vanished into thin air, I was furious.
I paced the floors, downstairs and back up, calling the delivery guy repeatedly. After a frantic half-hour of searching and confirming, the intern finally tagged me in the large office group chat:
Willow Maybrook: Ugh, Im so sorry, sis. I grabbed the wrong order.
Willow Maybrook: And I accidentally ate two bites, poor-kitten-face.jpg.
Willow Maybrook: My bad, I'm just too careless! Thanks so much for treating me, Viv!
Willow Maybrook: Hehehe, love you~
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Before I could even reply, the intern, Willow, sent another image to the group.
Shed angled her phone to get a shot of herself next to my meal.
My 0-020 custom Wagyu protein bowl was gonedismantled and scraped clean, leaving only two garnish pieces of lettuce at the bottom.
She was puffing out her cheeks in the photo, holding her index fingers together in a pose of exaggerated contrition.
Willow Maybrook: Oopsie, my mistake! I was totally dizzy from working on the report all morning.
Willow Maybrook: I smelled the deliciousness and completely zoned out. Only realized it wasn't mine after I was totally stuffed.
Willow Maybrook: Seriously, though, Viv Chase has the best taste. That was amazing!
Willow Maybrook: Thanks again, Viv~~
Willow Maybrook: When I get promoted, Ill buy you a fancy latte. I promise to work super hard!
Reading those last few lines, my brain went completely blank.
Wait. Is she serious?
My customized Wagyu bowl cost more than a hundred dollars. She was offering me a latte? And only if she got promoted?
Starvation had already fueled my anger; now, I was steaming. I tagged her back immediately.
Vivian Chase: Youre welcome, I guess. Since I never planned on treating you.
I pasted the delivery link into the group: Vivian Chase: Its the first set. Go downstairs and buy it right now, or order a rush delivery. I want that meal on my desk in the next thirty minutes.
I dropped my phone and headed to the breakroom to find a snack to tide me over. God knows how hard this diet cut had beenId wrung enough sweat out of my gym towel to fill a bucket, all for this one glorious cheat meal.
I grabbed a protein bar, ordered a veggie juice, and headed back to the office, timing my return perfectly.
Instead of the savory scent of Wagyu, I was greeted by the judgmental stares of my colleagues.
Vivian, dont you think thats a bit much? Why the massive power trip?
Seriously, the poor girl is practically in tears.
Weve been trying to calm her down for ages, she just wont stop. Now, how are you going to fix this?
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Power trip, tears, fix this.
The words were English, but the combination made zero sense to me.
When I reached Willows desk, she was, predictably, crying into her arms.
It wasn't just crying; it was rhythmic, punctuated by perfectly timed little sobs. When someone patted her shoulder, she angled her head slightly, revealing her bloodshot eyes.
Please dont comfort me, guys, Viv Chase still hasn't forgiven me
I reached out and gentlyyet firmlyhooked a finger under her chin to lift her face. Are you okay???
Viv sis
Are you okay? I dont have any food. Why are you the one crying??!
Willow froze. The picture of delicate, pitiful distress cracked instantly.
She managed a strained pull at the corner of her mouth. Im so sorry, Viv. I truly mixed it up. I had no idea it was yours.
If Id known, I swear I would never have touched it. It was a complete accident.
I could hear the passive-aggressive undertone, but I was too hungry to dissect it.
So, where is my meal? Whats the ETA?
I made a move to take her phone to check the delivery progress, but the colleagues chimed in immediately.
Come on, Viv, its just one meal.
Willow is this upset, and you dont even careyoure still only thinking about food.
Just one meal?
They clearly didnt know how utterly demanding the client for our new project was. To land that contract, Id spent weeks physically testing their fitness equipment, writing reports, filming promotional content, and subsisting on rabbit food. The moment we signed the papers today, Id been counting on this meal for survival.
If the fire had been in my stomach moments ago, it was now burning at the top of my head.
I forced a smile at the colleague. Sure, its just one meal. Barely a hundred bucks. Why dont you be a sweetheart and run downstairs, buy it for her, and bring it up?
The person who'd just scolded me for being petty instantly clammed up.
Its easy to be generous with someone elses hundred bucks, isn't it? Why are you suddenly silent?
Enough.
Willow, who moments ago had been a tear-streaked damsel, stood up, shielding her colleagues.
Viv, its my fault. Dont take it out on them. I really didnt know it was so expensive. I never order anything over twenty dollars.
So, youre saying you mistakenly looked past the packaging, mistakenly opened the container, mistakenly ate every bite until it was empty, and then only mistakenly realized youd taken the wrong order when you saw the receipt?
The Wagyu bowl I ordered was expensive not just for the ingredients but for the distinctive, eco-friendly packaging. It was miles away from the cheap twenty-dollar containers she claimed to use. Shed have to be blind to confuse them.
Willow was speechless. Then, a thought struck me.
I turned to the colleagues. Hang on. Are you telling me one of you stole Willows meal? Is that why you're so desperate to defend her?
Accused of theft, the group bristled.
Vivian, what are you talking about? Thats crazy!
I pointed out the obvious flaw in Willows story: You said you took the wrong order. Where is yours, then?
The others finally caught on. Right. If Willow took the wrong meal, her own must be sitting on her desk.
Willow stammered, I I forgot to pick it up.
Based on her terrified expression, I knew she was inventing the whole thing.
Alright. Fine. Go get it now.
I raised an eyebrow. Bring your food back and well swap. You can eat my twenty-dollar special, and we can call this even.
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Willow reluctantly got up.
To prove their own innocence, the other colleagues followed her to search for the food.
The company had a dedicated pickup station just outside the door for convenience. It was well past the lunch rush, and the station was completely bare.
Willow peered underneath the counter, behind the cabinetsanything to avoid admitting the truth.
Naturally, she found nothing.
How can it be gone? I called out, stripping away her pretense. You never ordered anything, did you?
Her face flickered, but she doubled down. Of course I did!
The others immediately backed her up. Vivian, you dont need to be so cynical.
Yeah, just solve the problem. Why are you harassing her?
I sighed. Im just trying to eat my lunch. Aren't you the ones harassing me?
Were trying to help! Maybe Willows meal was taken by someone else!
I pulled out my phone and opened the company group chat.
The chat shows only you mistakenly took a meal. If everyone ordered something, there should still be one left here.
Or, are you suggesting someone else in this company stole Willows twenty-dollar lunch?
If thats the case, then this is easy. We cant have a Takeout Thief in the office. Ill have HR pull the surveillance footage right now. That should clear Willows name once and for all.
The colleagues thought this was a great idea.
They urged Willow: Willow, check your order. We can look for the person based on the packaging!
Willow froze, unable to pull out her phone.
I poured fuel on the fire: Whats wrong? You dont even know what you ordered?
Stop with the passive aggression! the colleagues shouted.
They were so eager for proof to shut me up that they kept pushing Willow to open her delivery app.
Cornered, she finally pulled out her phone.
As I leaned in, ready to expose the lie, her hand suddenly trembled.
The phone clipped the protruding edge of the counter.
Clatter. It rolled to the floor, the screen instantly spider-webbing into a thousand tiny cracks.
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My phone!
Willow frantically scrambled to pick it up. Seeing the shattered screen, she burst into louder, more theatrical sobs.
My mom bought this for me years ago! Its ruined! What am I going to do?
No one had even touched her.
I knew a performance when I saw one. This wasn't clumsiness; it was calculated panic.
The moment the colleagues saw the tears, they forgot all about the missing meal.
Dont cry, dont cry. We can get it fixed quickly. Its probably fine.
As long as the motherboard isnt damaged, all your stuff will still be there.
Vivian, this is your fault! If you hadnt dragged her here to look for the meal, her phone wouldnt have been dropped!
I laughed coldly. If youd chipped in to buy her a replacement meal, she wouldnt have had to come down here.
Besides, looking at the beat-up thing, that screen repair probably costs less than the meal she stole.
How can you be like this? No wonder everyone says you My colleague paused, then settled on the insult: Youre un-cooperative and lack 'office foresight'!
If not being their errand girl, coffee runner, or personal assistant was a lack of foresight, then I was certainly guilty.
I was here to work, not to cater to their needs.
Since youre all so full of foresight, why dont you crowdsource the repair cost for her phone?
I was done watching their cheap drama and turned to walk away. After this, I figured she wouldnt dare try for a free lunch again.
I was focused on getting back to work and walked quickly.
I didn't need to look back to feel the hatred of Willows glare boring a hole through my spine.

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