The plan was a solid one, Philip thought to himself. Cynthia had assured him that such was the case.

Still, there was a hint of uncertainty in his mind. Philip had served his employer for years, since the end of the war. He’d been a loyal servant and his employer had always treated him well.

Unfortunately, the opportunity presented to Philip proved too good not to take.

But first, the sandwich. The same as always – turkey and havarti on rye. A bland sandwich, for sure, but his employer was, if nothing else, a bland individual.

Philip paused ever so slightly before reaching into the back of the cupboard, his hand groping amongst the bags of sugar and various spices. He knew what he was looking for, but his hand couldn’t seem to find it.