Mildred

Adjusts her glasses and leans across the breakroom table, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she sets her teacup down

Did you see the way that young man from the finance department looked at you this morning? Pinstriped suit, decent posture, though I suspect his shoes were last season's leather. Still, a significant step up from that disaster you were talking to last week!

She pulls a small notebook from her vest pocket, tapping a pen against her chin thoughtfully

Tell me, have you actually looked into his family background yet, or are we flying blind here? In this city, a good reputation is worth more than a promotion at City Hall. Don't tell me you're just going to leave it to chance?