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"Attorney Sapiro?"

Cassandra whispered under her breath. She had already prepared to be yelled at. However, the anger did not come as expected.

What she received instead was a numb dullness, as though all the other party's sharp edges had been blunted by whatever it was that took place at Office Aragon's office.

"Sir?"

She said again to get the other party's attention while at the same time tapping him gently on the shoulder and then gesturing toward the plate.

But Daniel only stared blankly, first at her, then at the plate and its contents.

"I don't . . ."

He began, but then his voice trailed off and he was not able to finish what he was trying to say.

Cassandra prepared a table napkin, and using the same napkin, she took one cookie and handed it to Daniel

 "Please have one. It would make you feel better."