Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
Outside counsel kept their voices down over Derek’s laptop, and the shorter one asked him to unlock the screen a second time.
He didn’t budge.
Diane stood by the door with her arms crossed until an elevator bell rang somewhere down the hall.
Then she turned to me.
“My office.
It won’t get any easier if we wait.”
Liam came along.
He carried the shoebox under one arm, and Diane glanced at it once and let it go.