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

“And what if he’s wrong about a claim?”

“Then you write it down and bring it to me.” She clicked her pen again and walked on ahead.

Her voice sounded friendly, but her eyes didn’t.

At the elevator, she glanced back.

“Three is a small floor.

You’ll know everyone by Friday.”

The doors slid open.

She didn’t step in.