I know people on the outside, on the other side.

As fate, or, what is more likely some scheming devils would have it, the building of management was burnt down some time ago.

I had everything crossed against that, too.
Upon arriving I fought the urge to cry, and as per usual turned it instead into that awkward silence.

There's a small square blue tin that houses a fist full of Mgmt's ashes,

Just in case.

and for now, at least, it will be kept hidden behind the books and the faces of reason.

If staff decides to rebuild on a new location, if anything at all changes:
Have your people call my people, we'll do lunch.