I see some interesting things in my part-time spy gig. Tonight, I'm trying to be stealthy when I hear someone over the loudspeaker:
"James, to the office, please. James to the office."
I think nothing of it and go back to my espionage. A few minutes go by. Then, the loudspeaker lives up to its name.
"JAMES, TO THE OFFICE, PLEASE. JAMES TO THE OFFICE."
Seconds later, someone wearing a sour-puss look on his face and a name tag that reads "JAMES" trudges inside and heads for the office. I wait for awhile. He never resurfaces.
You see a lot of things as a spy -- like retail executions.