The Rise of Paris Trojan

Enough salad for ten people, but Paris isn’t sharing.

His brother Hector’s pathetic plate of food was still in the refrigerator this evening. Tomorrow morning will make one week. Was it the desperate, pleading note that did the job? His semi-literacy? His inability to learn from past error? The refrigerator monitor is looking the other way, whatever the reason.

Paris found the leftover salad in a conference room this afternoon, now it's in the fridge. There isn’t enough for everyone, but he needs a place to keep it for an open ended period. He isn’t the sort to beg for special treatment, he commands it.