cook, thief, and her lover

Where I work, cook, is simple.  The thief is a person at work who may or may not have stolen something.  Her lover is either me to the insatiable flirt at work or the woman at work for whom I have a strange, dream consuming, hunger.

 

The clue was, what the lover thought she saw, the thief, and the cook to whom she reported it.

 

Wild rumors and sudden impact and the realization that things work on a geological speed, political committees meeting before anything is really done.