"Tell her," Rajiv said, "that I'm still reading the index. I'll let her know when I reach the end of the story."
In the fluorescent-lit cubicle of a mid-level data recovery firm, Rajiv was known as the ghost. He never spoke at happy hour, never changed his desktop wallpaper from the default blue, and never, ever asked for help. His specialty was the graveyard of file formats: the orphaned, the legacy, the "what the hell is this?" extensions.
Not a building. Not a bridge.