"Why was he so angry? What happened?" Thelma sat down at the foot of her bed. Unlike the others who lived in the Maid Quarters, her room was inside the mansion itself. It wasn't her position that gave her the room; rather, Kaleb simply needed her near for easier access. An ample amount of luxury could be seen around, not for a head maid but something a mistress of a noble would have.
'What could it be about? Something seems off here in the mansion.' She wondered when her activities the other night suddenly came to mind. "Meatloaf? Isn't he dead, yet the mansion is quiet despite that." Thelma stood up from the bed, thinking openly.
'Could it be— no it's impossible.' She wouldn't and simply couldn't accept the fact that she'd failed when she had verified the deed was done and dusted. 'I'll have to see it myself.' Standing up, she headed for the door.
