Wait, the last 500 dollars went to cookies?
Your stomach drops as Ravi holds up the invoice, his voice cracking.
Damon, pull up the budget spreadsheet. The one with the red tabs.
Grumble. 'Cookies' is now the top line item, above server costs.
We needed morale fuel. The AI was predicting customer anger, okay?
It was predicting you'd make a bad call. Which you did.
The office door creaks open. A delivery person holding a massive cookie box stares in.
On the bright side, we have exactly 482 cookies. That's a lot of guesswork.