Day Fourteen
Why do office buildings have a few random lights on even at night?
It was past three when Richard stepped out of the tower, walking briskly towards his Honda. He thought it had been a good night – he’d mostly avoided the others while cleaning, though there had been one close call. They moved in with the janitors and moved out with the morning sun. In between, in the dark and murkiness of the night, they ran things – really ran them. Richard had seen the visitors to the building, the people he recognized from the morning news. They came in their helicopters and limousines, and left just as quietly. And the next day they were always on the television in the morning again, saying things and making important things happen. And so Richard lived a life of floors and shoes and not making eye contact with anyone at all.