Abandoned

We met the gardeners in the rose garden. Luckily, my interaction with them was a little less intense than the one with the cleaners had been. Much like before, Thomas just wanted to introduce me and inform them that I was taking over soon. Other than that, I apparently didn’t need to instruct them much. I’d only have to speak with them if I noticed something wrong with the garden or if Mr. Weston requested a change. 

While happy to have one less thing to worry about, it didn’t seem to do much to calm the butterflies that had formed in my stomach. I was so anxious by the time they finally left that I thought I would collapse. I felt like I'd been directing people all day, but the distant sound of the clock told me it'd only been an hour.

I glanced over at Thomas. How was he able to do this for so long? Ordering and keeping track of so many