"Summit! Do your fucken job!" The obnoxious voice of Henrys 'Superior' crackled through his radio, which was promptly muted as he continued to clean--Which was 'his fucken job' at the moment. Wasn't his fault his coworkers didn't know how to pick up their messes.

He made a mocking face as he dropped a bag of tools, hands on his hips as he idled around the room. "Yack fucking yack,"

Henry knew he had more authority in this damn building than anyone else. Nepotism was real and he knew it.