The Wrong Bernardi
I pulled out my phone and opened the supplier app we usually used for production days.
Two minutes later, I had added coffee beans, oat milk, almond milk, coconut water, sparkling water, electrolyte packets, yogurt, cheese sticks, cut fruit, apples, strawberries, crackers, hummus, turkey sandwiches, chicken wraps, salad cups, dark chocolate, protein bars that didn’t taste like drywall, chips, popcorn, trail mix, frozen empanadas, and one box of mini brownies because no one who had to argue with rich families about napkins should be expected to survive without sugar.
Nina appeared over my shoulder. “That’s enough food for a small school.”
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