I packed my little desk clock, three black gel pens, and the plastic tray I kept my paper clips in.

“Is the company cell phone in your desk drawer?” David asked.

“I handed it in Friday,” I said.

I unclipped my blue laminated security badge from my collar and set it next to his yellow notepad.

David snatched it up before my hand had even left the wood.

“I’ll walk you out through the main lobby,” he said.

We passed the empty reception desk without a word, our rubber soles squeaking on the sealed concrete floor.

The heavy air conditioning unit over the glass double doors droned loudly as I pushed my way out into the parking lot.