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

That’s all anybody told me.” Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“For the record, I agreed with Derek.”

“Because I have lunch with the custodian.”

“Because you ask questions that aren’t on your desk.” She tapped a folder tucked under her arm and set a folded sheet of paper next to the badge.

“New reporting line.

Starting Monday, you report to Derek.”

There was a coffee ring on one corner of the paper.

“I already report to Derek.”