Ms. Martin's office is in the administrative building, the only one besides the nurse's office that's sturdier than a wooden cabin. It's also the only building where people work year-round; it has real walls with insulation, heating for the winter, and even a window air conditioner unit. You've heard Zoe say that on the hottest days of the summer, some campers purposely try to get in enough trouble to be sent to Ms. Martin's office just so that they can sit in the AC for a while. You don't blame them.
The inside of the office shows the same signs of wear and age as the rest of the building: sun-faded walls, flimsy blinds on the windows, scuffed corners on the desk, cheap plastic chairs. Clearly, Camp Cedarcrest hasn't had enough money to afford anything better—not even for the director.
On the desk, you spot an old-school adding machine like the one your mom uses in her accountant work, and there are spreadsheets open on the computer. The camp finances again. You probably shouldn't be surprised that that's what's stressing her out.
Ms. Martin motions to one of the faded plastic chairs across from the desk and waits for you to take a seat before she begins. "So. I have heard that you had an incident in your cabin. Between Justine Winfield and Sydney Crane?"