Ruth Rehmann

Welcome to the Wellis Corporation. Twenty-three storeys of shimmering glass cubicles, rattling typewriters, spiralling corridors: a corporate kingdom with its own neon light. Across the glittering panes, the acrobatic window cleaner swoops and dives, or pauses, still as a gargoyle, seeing things that nobody else sees. Over one weekend, we follow four employees into their private worlds. An ageing secretary;...