Noon.
Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydia strolled out of her office when she heard a sound from outside the building, as she reached the entrance she was shocked to find a man standing outside with a hat on.
It's neither sunny nor windy, why was he on a hat? She wondered, and why was he there?
"Who are you?" she inquires of his identification because he stood without a word merely watching her like he was seeing through her, it made her frozen deepen.
"I'm a Glassman," he muttered before curtsying.
"Oh Theodore!, This is nice, come let me show you the place you shall work on" her eyes widened in delight at his confirmation, she glanced around but none of the maids were around perhaps they occupied the kitchen she believed as she regarded the man.
"You are alone" she noted.
