"I need to clean the fountain area," Martin replied simply.
Tyler moved closer, aggressively invading the older man's personal space. The height difference was brutal. The age gap was glaring.
"See, that's the issue, Pops. You think your mop schedule trumps real sweat? This gym's my ring, not your playground."
Amanda's phone tracked every second. "Ladies and gentlemen," Tyler spun to address his growing, uncomfortable audience. "Perfect example of what's wrong today. No respect for hierarchy. Our maintenance staff got too comfortable."
"I apologize if I've inconvenienced anyone," Martin said, his voice carrying clearly. "I'm simply doing my job."