Author's Note: This short story was actually inspired by my co-workers. They are constantly lamenting the fact that I seem to get a piece of every cake, cookie or other goodie in the building while they don't. What can I say?
I have connections!
Feedback: Yes, please.
"How's he do it," JD wondered out loud to no one in particular.
"Hmm?" questioned a distracted Buck.
"Vin," JD clarified, turning to look at his friend. "He always seems to have cake or cookies or something with him whenever he comes back. I swear I didn't know we had so much food in this place. I wonder where he gets all the stuff."
Buck aggressively typed on his keyboard, ignoring the younger man. Right now he needed to get this report done. How Vin always seemed to get a piece of whatever food happened to be in the building didn't concern him at the moment. "Hmm," the mustached agent replied seriously.
"I'm going to watch him and find out," JD decided. "It's not fair that he gets all the good stuff and we don't."
"Hmm," Buck offered cautiously, double checking a page of notes and continuing on with his report.
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Watching JD's attempts to surreptitiously watch him from across the room, Vin couldn't help but suppress a smile. The kid might be amazing at electronic surveillance, but he definitely needed some help with the low-tech kind.
Seeing the little envelope appear in his computer tray, Vin switched over to email and read the note before deleting it. With a soft sigh and a smile, he stood up and headed out the door.
A few minutes later, JD headed toward the door, keeping Vin in sight. He stayed a little way behind the sharpshooter and followed him through the halls until he saw Vin disappear into a small break room.
Edging closer, JD moved so that he could see in the door without being observed. Before he was in position, however, the door to the break room closed, shutting him out. He could hear voices in the room which seemed happy and could identify laughter and singing. But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't identify what was going on in the room.
He waited patiently for about 10 minutes before the door opened and Vin walked out laughing, two plates with pieces of cake held in his hands. Waving to the people in the room, he called out as he walked by JD's position, "C'mon, JD. Got ya a piece of cake too."
Frustrated at having been so easily spotted, the disgruntled young man fell in step beside his friend. "How do you do it Vin? How do you always get a piece of cake, or a homemade muffin or whatever people are bringing in? How do you know where to go and when?" he asked, desperate to know.
Vin smiled cryptically. "Connections, JD. I got connections."
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