The window seat, Charlotte.”

“It’s just a table with two chairs.”

“There’s a reason nobody sits there,” Megan said.

“The dock door gets propped open below that window, and the men come up with the floor sheets and the bin tallies and set them down by the coffee machine while they eat.

Half the building walks right past it.

You sit three feet away, and you notice things.

I’ve watched you notice.”