A Favor

My footsteps echoed down the halls. This place really was so large and empty. Thomas said the cleaners were here, but I had yet to see a single person. I was starting to worry if I was even in the right place when, thankfully, I heard a voice in the distance.

I followed it to a bedroom at the end of the hallway and opened the door. Thomas was talking with a group of three men in blue coveralls. He turned as he heard the door open.

"Anna, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Where is Mr. Weston?"

"He wanted to work more in his studio. I thought I should come learn how to talk with the staff," I said, walking over.

"Did he actually eat lunch?"

I laughed. "Resentfully, but yes."

Thom