Employees Mocked the Quiet Old Man in the Lobby—Until He Walked Into the Boardroom and Closed the Door

came in wearing a wrinkled coat and well-worn shoes. No badge. No assistant. A man in his late seventies carrying a folder and humming a Sinatra tune.

“Excuse me, sir,” the receptionist said, glancing nervously. “This lobby is for clients and staff only.”

“Oh, I know,” he smiled. “I’m here for a meeting.”

A group of junior employees passed by and snickered.

“Probably another confused retiree,” one of them whispered.

“Maybe he’s here to fix the coffee machine,” another joked.