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Mel is tired of having to label her salad.
It goes in the fridge every day with a special mix of carrots, strawberries, and a special sauce that Sue made just for her. It is clearly and labelled in Susan’s handwriting.
She has a hunch of who is stealing it.
Colonel Christofer Ibrahim isn’t clever nor is he a mastermind in the art of successfully stealing her lunch. The scuff marks by the fridge had been a dead giveaway.
She has a plan.
A devious plan.
Ace had helped her craft it.
She sat at her desk and waited.
The powder isn’t deadly. It is more of an inconvenience
She watched with a smirk as Colonel Ibrahim walked in covered in the pink powder she had rigged to the door.
That had been Ace’s idea.
He is followed by Kate who is also covered in it.
What?
“Mel, by chance did you booby trap the fridge?” Kate asked with a sigh.
“I’m trying to catch whoever is eating my salad.” Mel said, grinning, “you’ve been eating it right?”
Kate sighed.
“We’ve been-
“We will never live this down if you tell her what we were actually doing.” Christofer said, dusting the powder off as Donna glared at him and he stopped it.
Few women scared him.
His mother scared him sometimes.
Donna always scared him.
“The last few days, Mel. Christofer and I have been-well it happened so fast, and I didn’t know the fridge door would pop open like that.”
“You’ve been having sex on the fridge door?” Mel asked, rubbing her temples hard, “if you two have been doing that. Then where the hell has my salad gone off to?”
Shirley quickly shoved something at her desk.
“Ah-ha! It was Shirley! Give me my salad, woman.” Mel yelled.