Once he arrived in front of it, he lowered the 'vintage' handle and entered the room without any problems.
Tyler's circular light beam framed several corners of the room, illuminating the shelves, then other furniture filled with junk, and finally the desk.
Just then, something caught the attention of that power-hungry man: a black paper folder rested on piles of documents cluttering his desk, seemingly randomly.
*CONFIDENTIAL*
Tyler approached it, and, touching it as if it was a lousy substance, opened the front page, beginning to read its contents.
...
Meanwhile, Layton had completed his cleaning shift and the corridor parallel to the entrance to sector C, after his work and Scott's, was shimmering like a mirror.
"See you, Layton! I have services to do before lunch. I have to go! I wish you a good day!" the chubby janitor exclaimed, greeting Layton with education and the usual smile printed on his face.
