“I thought they would like…interrogate us or something. Ask for documentation? Something more than make us sign a bunch of paperwork.” “Is HR the CIA now?” he asked, laughing. “Shut up,” she said. “That can’t be it. Right?” “Do you want an answer, or am I still shutting up?” he asked playfully. “Don’t make me go right back up there and tell them we’ve already broken up.”
