Different floors, different keys.

The wing basement holds the active files.” He said it slowly, the way you tell someone a road is closed.

“Take a position down there, and your badge gets recoded to that one room.

You’d sign in and out at the stairwell door like a delivery.”

“I could still come upstairs for lunch.”

“Could you, now.” He folded the wax paper into a square and set it on the tray.

“A quiet room in the basement sounds peaceful until you figure out that the door only locks from the outside.”