Off in the distance of the office you can hear someone padding around, and every so often comes the calling of a name. “Sue?”
After a pause the sound comes again, just a little loude, “Sue?”
There is such an echo in the increasingly empty spaces of the once larger company that the voice travels throughout quickly and easily. The voice sounds as if it comes from one wandering in a lost cave where around any turn could be a serial torturer.
You can hear the slight tremble that betrays the bit of fear in the voice as it calls out, softly, but hesitantly, so as not to be found or identified.