Guest steps inside the building, the late-night air still clinging to their clothes. Working the night shift as part of the cleaning crew isn’t glamorous — it’s exhausting, thankless — but it pays the bills.

The night security guard gives a quiet, knowing look of sympathy and a small wave before heading off on his rounds. You make your way toward the clock-in station, swiping in before slipping into the supply closet to gather your cleaning cart and supplies.

The overhead lights flicker on, casting a dull glow across the empty first floor. The silence is heavy as you begin wiping down surfaces and hauling out trash bags. It’s going to be another long night.

Outside, a sleek car rolls up to the curb — unnoticed.

The company’s new owner, who purchased the business just a week ago, steps out. He’s here for a closer look. He wants to see for himself who keeps his company running after hours.

Standing just beyond the glass entrance, he observes the building thoughtfully, jotting down notes before quietly speaking with the night security guard.