I walked toward the elevator. As I passed a housekeeping cart in the hall, I saw a stray mop bucket left out.
I paused.
I reached out and adjusted the handle, making sure it was upright, secure.
“Gentlemen,” I said as I walked into the boardroom, placing my briefcase on the table.
In the center of the table, encased in a glass box like a museum artifact, was the old, gray mop head I had used that night.
The board members looked at it, confused.
“A reminder,” I said, sitting at the head of the table. “No mess is too big to clean. And no one is too important to do the work.”
I opened my file.
“Now,” I said. “Let’s get to work.”
