There was a pause before I heard a familiar click as he hung up the phone. Then, his head popped up in the lower window again with a hardened expression as he looked at me up and down.

"Yes... I do know of Mr. Cordova. He's the asshole making Ms. Jane work late recently." 

I bit my tongue, trying to hold myself back from snapping at a little kid. He barely even looked 7 years old, yet he was cursing me like any other fully grown adult. 

"Well, something happened at work, ...