The entire ride to the office, I am nervous. Mr. Springer attempts to make polite conversation, but I can barely say more than, “Yes,” or “no,” because I am so preoccupied trying to figure out what is going on.

We arrive at the building, and he escorts me up to the floor I know Jeff works on. Not that I’ve ever been here before. Jeff will probably be outraged when he finds out I am here now, regardless of what he may have told Mr. Merriweather. I go along, though. What else ...