“I am coming in to get my personal files,” I said.

“What did Aaron actually tell the board about my mental state?” I asked.

Daniel did not answer.

I pressed the red button to end the call.

I picked up my car keys from the desk blotter.

The gravel driveway crunched under my tires as I drove the sedan toward the highway.

I parked in the visitor lot forty minutes later.

The glass front of the Prescott Technologies building reflected the grey autumn clouds.