that why someone sent you the gift basket? Is it so you won’t feel so dumb? Or is it some special occasion? I know it’s not your birthday because I know your birthday and it’s not today.”
Kate looked at her desk. Cosmo was right. Someone had left a gift basket there. It was stuffed with packages of Oreos.
“It was delivered to the reception desk for you,” Cosmo said. “It’s been x-rayed, sniffed for explosives by dogs, and sampled for poison.”
“Sampled?” Kate focused her eye on a package that was open and missing a few cookies. “You had some of my cookies?”
“It was risky, but I thought someone needed to do it. No need to thank me. We’re cubicle mates. That’s what cubicle mates do for each other.”
Kate opened the tiny envelope on the basket and read the handwritten card inside.
I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. Let’s do this again sometime. Nick.