What did you do.”

“Nothing.”

“Emmett.”

“I cleaned fifty and fifty-one.”

She held up her phone.

“I’ve got an email from Bramhall’s general counsel that came in at 5:40 in the morning asking for your full name, your employment file, and your background check, and telling me to have you on fifty at eight o’clock.

Do you understand that I have never in nine years had an email from anybody above the facilities director?”

And I said, “I know.”