Gavin stepped into the aisle before I could open the first drawer.

“You don’t get to take anything with client data on it.”

“The only client data I have is in my head,” I said.

He put his hand flat on the lid of the box.

“Then you won’t mind leaving it.”

The attorney said, “Mr.

Mercer, move.”

Gavin moved, but he made sure the whole cubicle floor heard him.