Just a cardboard box shoved across my desk and a man in a slim gray suit standing on the other side of it, looking at me as though I were an outdated piece of office equipment he’d been hired to replace.
“We’re modernizing leadership, Clara,” he said, straightening his cuffs. “You understand.”
I looked at the box.
Inside, someone from HR had already placed:
My coffee mug
My old calculator
Three framed photos