Chapter 57 g GG g t g g t g : The Empty Officevgvy. H
Adrian hadn't said a word in twenty minutes.
I leaned against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed, watching him move through the space like a man clearing out a crime scene. Which, I supposed, it was. His crime? Being right. His punishment? Getting fired for it.
The math wasn't mathing.
He pulled books off shelves without looking at them, dropped them into cardboard boxes with hollow thuds. A biography of Rockefeller. A treatise on corporate espionage. Three copies of The Art of War in different translations, because of course he had three.
"You know," I said, "most people use moving boxes. Not repurposed printer cartons."
"Most people don't have security breathing down their necks."
"Security is standing by the elevator eating a donut."
Adrian didn't respond. He just kept packing.
