I turned to face the building.
“I sure hope they’re here --
I’m getting tired of looking.”
Once inside
I paused --
uncertain which office
to try.
“Can I help ya?”
a voice came from behind me.
“Why yes,”
I smiled,
turning to face
the man in shirtsleeves.
“I was told that I could find
them here.”
“What ‘them’
would that be?”
he asked.
“The ones responsible
for what happens
at work,”
I answered.
“I was told that
they’re here.”