It was little to surprise to nobody that, among the many things that had changed over the course of the buyout, the improvements to the breakroom were among the most appreciated.
It had gone from this rinky-dink little room with sad wallpaper and a couple tables to a much more stylish, more bearable sort of place. The old fridge that leaked when it got too hot and tended to leave even the freshest foods with a slight smell had been replaced with a new state of the art, stainless steel goliath that was capable of taking almost all contenders. The counters had been redone and replaced, with an additional row of cabinets that lined against the back wall of the room while also refurnishing the ones below it. There were plenty of utensils, spare plastic cups, paper plates, and supplies to go around.
One of the most appreciated changes, though, had to have been the state of the art coffee maker. It could make lattes, macchiatos, entire pots of coffee in mere minutes. It could even pour straight shots of espresso, for those who liked Americanos or needed an energy boost. This change went over so well, in fact, that an entire cabinet had been designated as the Coffee Supply cabinet. It was filled with cremes, sugars, different roasts, coffee filters, and some special flavor syrups that had come with the maker itself.
For an office of girls hesitant to accept their new employers, the break room made for a small consolation and a show of good faith that these new bosses weren't all bad. To a woman like Brooke, who lived for office frills and spoils of proper budgeting, the breakroom might as well have been heaven.
She had snuck into the breakroom a couple minutes before her first thirty minute break, tiptoeing as gingerly as a woman of her substantial size could manage. On the counter was a still-untouched box of donuts that Becky had brought them all during her morning run. They had managed to pick the first box clean, but this one was just sitting there, waiting for someone like Becky to break the ice...
She waddled into the room, lit by the soft glow of the new vending machine. Turning her head from side to side, Brooke made sure the coast was clear before she resumed her trek towards the unguarded countertop.
Flipping the top open with one expert motion, Brooke was left to salivate at the sight of all thirteen of those sweet, delectable donuts; they were just begging her to take a bite!
Her big belly grumbled expectantly, even as she leaned onto the counter. Her chubby finger wriggling with excitement, Brooke eased in and started taking her spoils...
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