Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“No.
I think my name is on the board.” A woman at the reception desk looked up from her phone, then back down.
Derek’s ring tapped the glass one last time.
“The committee review was supposed to be on Thursday.
This went up without any committee review.”
“Then somebody on the board must like my numbers.”
“Does Charles know about this?” Derek said the name as if it were a punch line.
“Maybe he can put in a good word for you.”