The clock on my desktop changed from 4:59 to 5:00 PM.
An automated email went to HR and my direct supervisors.
*This message confirms that my final day of service has concluded.*
I logged out. There was nothing left in my desk, so I took my coat and briefcase and went to HR.
Five years of work had fit into the handover archive and one legal envelope. The drawers held only company stationery and a spare charging cable.
My ID badge read *Senior Engineer*. I slid it across the counter.
The title had always been deliberate. Chief architect would have raised questions Alexander did not want investors asking about a woman absent from the leadership page.
“I’m here to complete my exit process.”
The woman behind the desk checked my record, stamped a form, and gave me a copy.
She paused wh
