“You won’t want for anything down here.

No vendors.

No maintenance carts.

Nobody dragging a mop past your desk at noon.”

The doors opened onto a room lit by long humming tubes.

Shelves up to the ceiling, boxes in rows, one long table with a green lamp and a chair pushed in neatly.

He walked the aisles with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Claims from before 2014 are on the left.