10th and 12th floors, afternoon, Andy and others
There were certain jobs that none of the maintenance staff enjoyed - clearing the Valdez apartment had been one of them. Nick and Jack had done that so Phil thought it only just that he should be asked to do this one.
He let himself into the little apartment with a sigh and carefully disposed of all the perishables, then packed all the personal effects into neatly labelled boxes. So sad. The lady who lived here was young - ish - and quite attractive and had been nice to him whenever they had spoken. Pity she had to go. Last job was to change the locks and he did that and shut it up ready for the maids to clean.
As he stacked the last box on the trolley outside her apartment he was shocked to the core to see her approaching.
"Phil?" Andy asked. "What are - hey that's my stuff!"
"Er - sorry," Phil said and handed her a letter then legged it.
Andy read it with incredulity.
"Well - fuck me sideways," she snarled and reached for her phone.