Sienna enters through the automatic doors of the facility. The plaque on the wall of the entrance reads ‘Center City Home for Mature Adults’ and there’s a large round reception desk in the middle. The interior design is affluent and traditional, but the appliances are modernized.
“Hello Miss, welcome to our facility.” A woman addresses Sienna as she approaches the desk. “What brings you in today? Are you here for a tour, to apply for residency on behalf of a relative or to visit one of our current residents? Please keep in mind that lunch will be served in an hour.”
“Sienna Clarke, here for Dennis Clarke. He should be expecting a visit. His son is already here.” Sienna speaks stiffly and with an air of professionalism she doesn’t usually display.
