Someone had taped it up crooked, the left corner curling, as if they’d been rushing.

The effective date was Monday, and somebody had penciled a tiny check mark next to my current title, Claims Auditor II.

Derek Vance came up behind me with his coffee and read it over my shoulder.

His signet ring tapped the glass of the bulletin board, once, then twice.

“Somebody made a mistake,” he said.

His laugh came out sharp and far too loud for the lobby.

“My review was back in March,” I said.