The lies in between

A gigantic house like this should have signboards, this was what she was thinking, trying to get a clue on which passage leads to the bunkhouse.

The frustrating old lady had ordered her to call the workers herself since she was being paid for job, if truly she was the one getting the money then she wouldn’t be wasting her time trying to steal from the arrogant and insensitive Fred Manchester.

“I despise him!” she cursed, heading towards the first passage at her sight, it was separate from the building, definitely not the one leading to Fred’s room.

The lobby was a dark one with flames building up at one angle and at the other was a caged dove, one would think it was a lane for sorcerers.

She was still moving, searching every opened door with her eyes. Phoebe had warned her not to ruin their plans but it seemed like there was nothing to ruin since none of her plans had been carried out without being seen by the old lady, if only someone had told her there was