He edged his way into the break room, only to find Karen staring fixedly at the vending machine.

Shit.

Her head swiveled slowly towards him, an unfamiliar look on her model-perfect face. He wondered, perhaps idly, if Pam felt threatened by her. He tried not to care.

He refocused on Karen. She looked…curious.

He tried to act as casual as possible.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the nickels were for something else. Maybe she was just debating between Sun Chips and Doritos.

“Jim? Why is there an envelope in the vending machine with your name on it?”

Maybe not.

Shit.