And I said, “Yes. That’s the job.”

I opened a door on the fiftieth floor at eleven forty at night because it was on my route sheet.

Everything after that — the suit, the ramp, the corridor in Cleveland, a conference room in Wilmington, three years, nineteen thousand dollars of my own money, and a woman who was right about everything except the one thing that mattered — all of it came out of what I did with the nine minutes after I closed it.

I got a fifty-four-year-old woman off a floor properly, in stages, without lifting her, and that part was good and I would do it again tomorrow.