Kevin stepped out of the cubicle door, adjusting his belt as he made his way over to the sinks. He sighed as he lathered the soap onto his hands and rinsed them under the warm water. Today had been a real pain: his manager Steve had been on him for the past week for all manner of reasons, but now he was being especially spiky with him. The pressure between the two had been building and it seemed like anything could cause it to explode. Kevin placed his soaking hands under the automatic hand-dryer, the noise of the machine drowning out the sound of the door opening behind him.
