Monday morning, first week in the new role, I sat at my desk with a coffee. Oat milk, no sugar.
Across the floor, Jameson’s desk was empty.
Clean. His coffee mug with the chipped handle was gone. Nobody mentioned his name.
The chair was already in storage.
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