“She signed a valid release,” Arthur said.

“Her account is settled, her file is closed, and you’re wasting your morning on a routine labor departure.”

At a quarter to ten, Nathaniel walked down the carpeted hallway toward the main elevators with Brenda.

Brenda held her tablet in front of her chest, tapping her glasses against the screen as she scrolled through archived project files.

“I’m comparing Arthur’s scan to her original tax withholding form from last April,” Brenda said.

She stopped under the hallway lights and held the tablet out to Nathaniel.