“No, sir, there isn’t,” I said.

Vance put his tray down and took the seat across from me.

He took off his cap and set it neatly next to his water cup.

He didn’t touch his food.

He reached into his breast pocket and took out a metal pen.

He tapped the barrel on the oak-grain finish of the table before turning his full attention on me.

“You got into the personnel server this morning,” Vance said.