Evelyn knocked politely at the staff office door.
"I am sorry, sir, but I was wondering if I could start cleaning your office? It is past eleven, and we are a bit behind."
The young junior executive looked up from his cost estimates to see a blonde haired young woman carrying a mop pushing a janitor pail as she waited permission to enter the room. He leaned back in his chair taking in the sight of seeing the young woman dressed in a gray utility uniform with cotton and nylon support stockings and white work shoes. On her hands she wore rubber gloves and her long blonde hair was covered by a white net snood. A slow smile broke into laughter as he recognized her.
"Well I'll be damned. If it isn't the terror of the motorcycle Wranglers, Evelyn Drover! I knew that you would eventually work at your old man's place, but not as a scrub lady."