"Sir Holz." Mrs. Kline's gentle voice interrupted the quiet of Evan's office.
She was a sweet, elderly woman who seemed like she should have retired years ago, yet here she was, still faithfully performing her duties as a utility worker for the company.
"I hope you don't mind me entering your office," she continued, her voice shaking, which Evan noticed was the norm for elderly people. It's time for me to do my after-hours cleaning already."
Startled, Evan straightened in his seat, tearing his attention away from the stack of documents he had been reviewing.
"After-hours cleaning...?" Evan repeated in confusion before he glanced at his gold wristwatch. "Oh."
"'Oh,' indeed," the old lady chuckled as she brought in the mop and bucket. "I'll start my cleaning, alright?"
