CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - A DEMANDING DIVA

  "What can we do? We're just janitors," someone muttered from the back of the group. Nia's eyes flashed with passion. "We're not 'just' anything. We're essential to this company's functioning. Without us, this place would fall apart in a week. We keep things clean, safe, and running smoothly. That has value." Old Man Barnaby spoke up, his voice gravelly but strong. "Nia's right. And I've got an idea to add to her plan. We should document every single task we do, no matter how small. Changing a lightbulb, restocking supplies, all of it." Nia nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! We need to create a detailed log of our work and its impact. Rosa, could you track the supplies we use? That'll help show how efficient we are." Rosa hesitated, then nodded. "I can do that. I'm good with numbers." "Great," Nia continued. "Jim, you've been here the longest. Could you document any special requests from other departments? That'll show how flexible and responsive we are." Jim uncrossed his arms