I started, but the words tangled because I didn’t even know what I was trying to defend. My hands felt suddenly exposed without my jacket, my scarf too thin against the wind.
“Don’t,” he snapped.
The word hit like a slap.
He didn’t lower his voice. He didn’t worry who heard. People coming in behind him slowed, pretending not to listen, while still listening.
“Clear your desk,” he said. “Effective immediately.”
For a second, I thought I’d misheard. I waited for the follow-up, the warning, the lecture.
There was nothing.
