Steps

It was a place where Myrna had found a surprising number of like minds (like hearts, like leanings), and she felt at home in their presence. It was this that led her to interject when all of them were clustered in the Level 2 copy room conspiratorially, talking bout the latest evil deeds of middle management ... and, in particular, the horrors of reporting to Emilia. "If I may," Myrna offered (after they'd greeted her with chuckles and smiles and pulled her in to shut the door), "I think this is the part where we all dedicate ourselves to finding her horcruxes. Destroy the receptacle, weaken the wizard." They all gasped, eyes wide, but it was a calculated risk well taken. "Parking garage," Gunar whispered. "She hates it that she doesn't have reserved parking yet. She was towed once making a move on Ed Oh-Iri's spot." "Parking garage," they all repeated, and invited Myrna to come with them. "Somebody has to stay here," she said, urging them on, "to say that you were last seen have a smoke break on the roof." A couple of people hugged her before they disappeared down the hallway. Wards for the cubicles would be next.