"You're going to be working the counter," said Emily. I followed her through to the shop, where she showed me how to work the till. It was fairly mindless; all I had to do was ring up the customers' purchases and put them in boxes. The intoxicating smells of the goodies I was packaging, however, made me long for a snack.
I was finishing putting together a box of a dozen donuts for a rotund man in a suit when it occurred to me – the shop was empty. I could sneak something – surely they wouldn't notice a little something. The man in the suit left and I looked at the clock. Half past four – I had an hour to go on my shift – I could chance it, couldn't I?
I looked over the range of delicious foods. A bulging jam donut looked very tempting, but next to it sat a plate of muffins, which also looked utterly irresistible. Of course, there was always the chocolate fudge cake, ready sliced, which sat in the middle of the bottom shelf in the display counter. It had an eye-popping calorie count, I knew from the orientation booklet, and I could almost taste the rich chocolate icing.
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