He pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and put it away.

“Is there some kind of problem?”

“The schedule on that wall says seven years.

These are at five.”

“That schedule is older than my last promotion.” He laughed and looked at Megan to see whether the laugh had landed, and it hadn’t.

“Why don’t you go file a complaint with the lamination.”

“I’ll log it as thirty-one,” I said.

“Log thirty-one.” He was already heading for the door.