Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
Diane blinked.
“I’m offering you the big chair.”
“I understand that.”
“Thirty-one thousand more in salary.
A car allowance.
Your own budget line and a door that shuts.”
“I know exactly what it pays.”
She picked up a pen, clicked it, and set it down.