The Auditor Behind The Restroom
Language: en
"When is he finally going to get the hint and leave?" The voice coming from the breakroom wasn't loud, but in the sterile silence of the hallway, every syllable landed with the weight of a stone. I stood frozen near the doorway, my ceramic mug tight in my hand. I didn't breathe. "Soon, surely. It’s been three months." "I’ll bet you a steak dinner he’s gone by Friday." "You’re on." I turned on my heel and walked back to my desk. My desk was situated directly next to the men’s restroom. The air there always carried a faint, chemical tang of industrial cleaner and stale plumbing, twenty-four…