You take the files from your desk in the main office area, walking past your chatting coworkers and into your direct boss's office. You can see Mr. Beeman hunched over his desk, talking to his wife over the phone. You watch as he hangs up and rubs at his eyes, taking a moment to collect himself after another call about his son needing to be picked up from school. You hug the files closer to your chest, fighting against the feeling of intrusion.