Diane leaned back. “Noon, Charlotte.”

Megan brought the cardboard box herself.

She set it on my chair and yanked open the first drawer.

“Company property goes in the box,” she said.

“Personal items go in the box.

I inspect both.”

I picked up my coffee mug, the one with the chipped handle, and wrapped it in a paper towel.

Megan took my badge off the desk and clipped it to a manila envelope.