One Ring…

It was balanced on the edge of the small, low shelf and his foot grazed it as he walked by. It made a high metallic sound as it bounced down the narrow aisle. He walked over to where it stopped and bent over to pick it up. It was a plain gold band. Pretty enough he supposed and he wondered who would lose it down here? Arthur shoved the ring into his pocket. He continued his hunt.

Eventually, finally, stumbling across the cabinets he needed. The binder was thicker than the textbooks he hated lugging around back in his college days, just a few short, brutal years ago. The job market had been rough but at least he was making good enough money for the time being. He headed back up to the office. As the elevator door opened he thought he heard his office door shut from down the hall. Great, more visitors.