"Yeah, you're just going to have to go back," says the more-executive-than-me assistant. "Or at least give them a call to let them know that we left something at the space, and that you're going to come get it tomorrow."
I take a second and think it through, walking through my memories step by step, until I remember where the box she's looking for is: it's here at our office, and not there at all.
When I present it to her, she still seems to act as if I somehow had been hiding it from her all along, even though I just found out she was even looking for it.
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