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

Records integration lead, down in the basement branch.

Your own desk.

Your own hours.

Nobody hanging over your shoulder.”

“So what’s the catch?”

“There isn’t one.

There’s a raise that comes with it.

Thirty-eight hundred a year.” He slid a folder across the table, already open to page two.