Dale nudged his leather belt buckle with his thumb and shifted his weight behind the desk.

“Your final pay was delivered to your property yesterday afternoon,” Dale said.

“I need the official printed record, Dale,” I said.

“I need the stub that shows my gross pay and my tax withholding.”

Dale reached into the top drawer of his gray filing cabinet and took out one slip of white paper.

He didn’t come across the room to give it to me.

He slapped the paper face up onto the corner of the metal desk.