Chapter 1: The Great Pizza Heist
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It started on a Tuesday. I think. Maybe. Okay, fine, it started on a Tuesday.
As I walked into the break room, I was met with a scene that would change my life forever: a half-eaten pizza, a trail of crumbs leading to the supply closet, and a note that read "I'll be back, Sarah" in bold, red letters.
The culprit, of course, was Dave. I should have known better than to trust him with a pizza.
Chapter 2: The Pizza War