You hear Sophie talking and snap back to reality.
“…our own cleaning products. It’s just a matter of personal taste. Now, do you have a list of the tasks that need to be done? We like to go over this, get a tour of the house, and negotiate the fee.”
You notice the girl, obviously a maid, by her plain uniform, doesn’t really look into Sophie’s face. Gee, she must really have a mean boss or just have social issues.
“Well, “ the girl murmurs, “I don’t have that list but I will go get it for you. Please, have a seat in the sitting room and I’ll be right back.”
She ushers you into the room to your right. You and Sophie set down your supplies and sit. The maid flutters out of the room, through the opposite direction that you came into this room.
“BRRRR!!” Sophie shivers and then looks at you. “God, can this house be any colder?” she laughs.
“Well, at least we won’t be dying when we get working. Remember the Kappa Delta Gamma frathouse?? That place was like 100 degrees! I think they cranked up the hea….” You are cut off by an ungodly loud moan coming from the stairs!
“What was that?” Sophie whispers. You slowly turn around in your chair and gaze into the foyer, and up the stairs, and see…nothing. It’s just too dark to see from here.
Sophie grabs your arm. “Ooo, okay. This is getting a little weird. Maybe we should just split. Mrs. Loupee needs us to clean her house anyway…what do you say?”
“You’re right Sophie. Let’s leave.”
“No, we need this money. We’re staying..”