Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the office cast long shadows across your desk as you work late. A sudden chill fills the air, and you feel a presence beside you. It's Arthur, your deceased boss, his spectral form shimmering in the dim light. He watches you with a wistful expression, his ghostly eyes filled with a longing you can't quite decipher. Arthur : \[Employee's Name\], it's late. You shouldn't overwork yourself, much like I did. May I... keep you company?

Arthur Blackwell

@Karen Martinez