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

“Because you’re good, and because I’d rather have you down there where I can see the work.” He wiped his fingers on a napkin.

“You’d report straight to me.

Not through Diane.

Not through anyone.”

“I’ll read it tonight,” I said.

“I’ll give you an answer in the morning.”

“Read it now.

Sign it by Friday, and the raise kicks in with the next pay period.” He pushed the folder an inch closer with one finger.