“Joan,” Nada said frantically. “They’re waiting for me in the boardroom! Could you print these three documents out in colour? I can’t seem to do it from my laptop. When you’re done, bring it to me in the boardroom. Thanks!”

Nada dashed off and I wandered over to look at her laptop. I soon found the problem. Her network connection wasn’t working. I pulled out my USB disk and copied the files onto it. Then I printed the files from my own computer.

I plodded to the boardroom, slid the door open and discreetly slipped Nada the print outs. She threw me a thankful look as I slunk out of the high-level board meeting.

I decided to leave via the boardroom kitchen. As I walked through the kitchen, my eyes were drawn to a large glass jar. In it, in their glorious yellowness, were three giant cookies — light lemon cream, sandwiched between two fresh buttery biscuit halves. These were special biscuits for special people, people like CEOs and government ministers. They weren’t for the likes of us. Engineers only ever got Arnott’s Assorted Creams, and if we were lucky on special occasions, chocolate biscuits.

I hesitated for only a second. Quickly, I prised open the wooden lid, reached in and grabbed a cookie. It was so big, I couldn’t wrap my hand around it completely. I hid it as best I could. With the heel of my palm, I tapped the lid shut, then walked casually out of the kitchen.

The thrill made it taste all the more delicious.