She looked down at her workspace for a moment, then at the bullpen and rows of cubicles.
It took a lot of Windex, and a half-roll of paper towels, but she finally cleaned away the years’ accumulation of crud, leaving the glass sparkling in the moonlight.
* * * * *
The next morning at sunrise, she was back at her desk. The glow from above, cast her work area in a warm, yellow radiance. Turning in her chair, she saw the bright sunlight painting the far wall in golden orange while filling the whole place with beautiful natural light.
Just before seven, McGill came in and glanced about, smiling. When he saw Catalina watching him, he frowned. She duplicated his ugly grimace.
The brightened work area seemed to cheer everyone else as they came in, even old man Edison.
“When did they clean your skylight?” Joe brought his coffee and a spare chair to her desk.
“I have no idea.” She grinned. “It was like that when I got here.”
“You know…” He sipped his coffee. “That cleaning guy could have slipped and fell off the roof in the dark.”
“Or he could have fallen through the skylight.”
“Yeah, that would’ve made a mess on your desk.”