Anything past the retention window goes to the shredder in April, and that’s standard procedure.

You’d be reconciling down here, not collecting.”

I put the binder back with its spine facing out and kept the rest to myself.

Megan was still at her desk at a quarter to five, her planner lined up with the edge of her blotter.

“I’m turning down the basement,” I said.

“I’ll stay on as senior analyst.”

She set her pen down parallel to the planner.

Then she smoothed her cardigan, one lapel and then the other, very evenly, before she looked up at me.