The exit interview.
One photo. Four minutes. Pinned up so nobody forgets how it happened.

Tuesday. Nothing unusual. Just you, your spreadsheets, and a suspiciously calm new coworker.
Turns out the "coworker" runs your entire job function. It also formats its own citations.
Turns out there were more of them. There are always more of them.
Box packed. Badge deactivated. Infinite free time to post about it, though.