Someone else.

There's a tap on your door frame and you look up, finding a young woman, no more than a teen standing there. She's a slender blond, waif-like in her slimness her hair in a ponytail. She stands uncertainly, looking at you.

"Can I help you?" you ask, cocking your head inquiringly.

"Excuse me sir. Mr. Gavin sent me. He wants me to ask about Mr. Johnson." Her voice is quiet and shy.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Jean," she says. I'm an intern. I just started Monday." She looks nervously at her feet.

"I see. Your name is Jean and Mr. Gavin sent you over to ask me about Mr. Johnson. Have you been working closely with Mr. Gavin, Jean?"

She blushes deeply. "Yes sir. Very closely. He's very kind. He said I should ask you about Mr. Johnson and to listen closely to whatever you say, and do whatever you tell me."

"How old are you, Jean?"

"I was eighteen last month, sir. I just graduated high school."