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Because the morning had been so hectic, I hadn't eaten breakfast.
My gaze returned to the basket on my desk, and I approached it to see if there was anything I could snack on while I ordered breakfast.
There were neatly packed containers of fresh berries, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries, all juicy and inviting. Small portions of mixed nuts, including almonds, cashews, and walnuts, were served alongside small jars of organic Greek yogurt drizzled with honey.
There were also whole-grain crackers and protein bars that appeared more artisanal than anything I'd ever purchased for myself. Even the dried fruit selection was carefully curated, with mangos, apricots, and dates displayed in