[color=cccccc]Samuel's Fu Manchu bristled ominously as he slowly mopped up the spilled coffee in the corner, his eyes on Derek. Lydia from HR had smashed a cup and Sammy had been there, been there to unlock the custodian's closet and sweep up the porcelain kittycat face and carefully, oh so carefully, deposit the shards in a black liner bag so no one would cut their fingers. No one. His eyes never left Derek, not until Derek was at the watercooler. Sammy's enlarged nostrils flared.

Sam was a tall middleaged man, thin as a rake with slick black hair and dull beady eyes. He wore a blue jumpsuit and he was always in the building, never so much as missing a day. Goodness knows how long Sam had been with the company, or the building. For a janitor he seemed to spend an unnecessary amount of time in the office, hanging around, watering plants. It seemed Sammy was capable of nearly every odd job, always able to dissapear and reappear with the right tool for the task, and no doubt the pennypinchers of the company saved an awful lot of money with Sam on the job. An awful lot of money.

[color=white]"There's a problem with the elevator?"[/color] said Sam in a long drawl, glancing to Derek's cubicle and the dark screen that sat within. [color=white]"I'll give it a little look see."[/color][/color]