Janet had not meant to stay late at the office.
She had told herself, at half past five, that she would finish only the Marchetti project and then go home.
The Marchetti project had led, in the way of files, to the account correspondence, which had led to a cross-reference, which had led her to a box of archived employee records that someone had misfiled under the wrong year and which she had been meaning to sort for six weeks.
Now it was nearly eight, and the office was empty, and Janet was sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by folders, her jacket over the back of her chair and her reading glasses on, because she was thirty and she had stopped pretending about the reading glasses.
She picked up the next folder.
Reed, Raymond. Contract Employee, 2019-2021. She stopped. She looked at the name. Raymond.
