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lunch room for special occasions. They brought it over and put it up against the far wall. Two other co-workers, a man named Jesus and a woman named Elisa followed them pushing a cart loaded with packs of bottled water and placed them under the table. I smiled to myself, we have a great team.
    Brian came up to me after sending the rest of his group out to get the chairs from the lobby. “Boss, we need to talk really quick” he said quietly enough only for me to hear. I pointed into my office and we both walked in and stood by my desk. “You know I’m a little worried about what someone is saying in my group. You know Lisa right? She manages the field database, and keeps us up to date on the customer changes. Well she is starting a rumor that you and I killed Marco by throwing him in the closet instead of giving him medical treatment and that she bets Stacey wasn’t dead either. She swears she saw her body moving when the elevator doors opened. I’m worried about people believing her.”
    “What does she think you and I could do, even if those two weren’t dead already?”  I clenched my hands at my sides. I could feel my migraine getting worse, threatening to crack my skull open.
    “No idea boss. But I thought you should know. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open and let you know if I learn more.” Brian assured me.
    “Please do so. And why don’t we get those keys from Matt and secure them. I don’t want anyone messing around in there thinking they can help. All we need now is for that flu to spread like wild fire through what’s left of us.” Brian nodded and left the office. With such a bad situation, I am just very happy to have both of those guys by my side taking some of the pressure off of my shoulders.
    I stepped back out to the office and saw Matt and his team had laid out all of the food they could find. It looked like a lot of supplies, but I think in this situation that it was going to go fast.  Once it was gone we were going to be in trouble. With the power off I figured we should probably eat the stuff that could spoil first, and then we could ration out the dry stuff. I saw crackers, chips and I had donated all my granola bars and someone looked to have emptied their candy drawer. We had some sandwiches and looked like a good amount of soup and chili, some potato salad and someone had brought in some rolls, sausage, cheese and looked like a small veggie platter. Matt had even brought out the stale Bagels that someone had brought in this morning for breakfast.
    “Alright people let’s get comfortable. I know this is no fun and we all are a little stressed out. I’m sure if we can keep ourselves together we can make it till someone comes and rescues us. And yes, I truly believe someone will come get us. I have no questions about that.” It had just occurred to me that I was leaving out something. “You know what? I forgot to ask if anyone had questions, concerns or ideas. I leave the floor open.”
    Lisa was the first to stand up. “Here we go” I said under my breath. Lisa was a short woman about 5 feet tall, painfully thin, almost elfish in looks, with short hair just ending at her ears. A little tattoo of a fairy was behind her right ear. If I remembered correctly she graduated from Berkley in statistics and feminism. She was wearing a little white summer dress with daisies and stylish bejeweled sandals.
    “I want to know what qualifies you, Brian, and Matt to diagnose someone’s medical issues.” She was standing on a chair and had her fists balled up and placed on her hips. For someone so small she seemed so very demanding. The people standing next to her seemed to try and melt into the surroundings, trying their best to get away from looking like they supported her line of questioning. “I mean, are you a doctor? Have you ever dealt with a dead or dying body? What makes you an expert?” Her voice was gaining in volume and accusing. Without letting me answer her questions, she