The ding of the elevator announced the arrival of the courier to the office. Megan exploded from her cubicle.
“I hope you’ve got something for me,” she pleaded.
He looked through his list, then handed her a package. “Sign here,” he said.
“You’re a gentleman and a scholar,” she declared.
Megan set her box on the receptionist’s desk and pulled out a knife.
“Whoa,” exclaimed Tanner as he pushed away from his desk. “No weapons in the office.”
Megan looked at Tanner with a perplexed expression. “What?”
“The instrument of death in your hand,” he said.
She looked at her knife. “Are you serious?”
“What else could it be for?” asked Tanner.
“Opening packages, for one,” replied Megan.
“Use a box cutter,” said Tanner.
“Which is also a knife.”
“A safer one.”
“How do you figure that?” asked Megan.
“It isn’t concealed on your person,” said Tanner. “I had no idea you were carrying a knife.”
“What difference does that make?”
“You could bring that literally anywhere and no one would know,” exclaimed Tanner.
“Would you be happier if I wore a sign around my neck telling people I carry?”
“At least they’d know you’re dangerous.”
Megan shook her head in disgust. “It’s a small folding knife. It’s hardly a threat. Besides, it’s legal.”
Tanner sneered. “It shouldn’t be.”
“Why, because it frightens you?”
“Because I’m safer if that weapon isn’t in your hands.”
Megan finished opening her box, then put her knife away. She leaned on Tanner’s desk. “It’s about time you realized the world is a dangerous place.”
“But it shouldn’t be,” replied Tanner.
Megan shrugged. “I wish I believed in fairy tales, too. I don’t, so I carry.”
Tanner watched as Megan walked back to her desk. “The world is too angry for it’s own good,” he said.
Without turning around, Megan flipped Tanner the bird.