The break room was full of microwaves and small talk. Then the intercom crackled. Everyone expected a usual announcement, but the speaker carried a different sound. He heard a prayer, short and clear, spoken over the whole building. It was not anyone’s voice he recognized.

The words asked for peace and protection over every person in the room. They lasted only a few seconds, then the intercom fell silent. Some coworkers laughed it off as a glitch. He could not shake it. The prayer echoed inside him long after the microwaves beeped again.

He walked the halls that afternoon listening for more. Nothing came through the speakers, yet he felt as if someone had walked the floor ahead of him. He whispered his own prayer back, awkward at first, then steady. A routine shift turned into a quiet conversation with God.

“The intercom went quiet, but the prayer kept playing in my head.”

Later he checked with the front desk to see who made the announcement. No one claimed it. He decided to treat the break room like a small chapel after that, pausing to pray before grabbing his lunch. The intercom never repeated the prayer, but he says his heart still hears it each time the speaker clicks on.