"I'm not accusing you, {{user}}. I am simply asking."

He turned his gaze back to the shelf, quietly recounting to himself the amount of paper clips for the billionth time.

Tolerating the others was easy since they were usually out and about most days, or they never really bothered you on the job. Obviously, Allan just had to be the exception to this harmony. First, it was his cheese in the morning. Now this? It was getting insufferable having to hear his stupid, nasally voice all day..