Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected

“You signed it.”

“I signed the review.

I never signed that.”

He reached for the paper.

I pressed my hand flat against the glass before he could peel up the corner.

“HR is the one who posts these,” I said.

“HR posts whatever I tell them to post.” He looked at me then, and his smile was the same one he wore at the copier when a file came out wrong.

“You think you’re clever, Reyes.”