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uncomfortable. Taxis on television looked clean, but they were the furthest thing from it. The fabric seats were torn and there was trash in them. It smelled like smoke and there were bars between her and the taxi driver. She knew it was for their own protection, but she felt as if she were a caged bird.
    “Where to,” the drive said gruffly.
    “Amsterdam and 22 nd ,” she said.
    He nodded. She could not deny that their town of Primer reminded her of Manhattan, but it was cleaner and not as compacted. As he was driving, she was looking at her tablet. She was checking for any e-mails or any notifications she might have, but there was nothing. Business was slowing down, but it was most likely due to the holiday’s right around the corner. People would rather pretend they had no problems until after the New Year came around.
    Finally the taxi driver arrived and she paid him. She had always tipped well, it was something her father had always taught her to do. She was out on the sidewalk in front of his condo. He lived modestly for someone who had made as much as he had in the past eighteen months, but she respected that. He gave himself allowances to do certain things and that was why he still had so much in the bank.
    Walking up the steps, she pulled out her set of keys. First she rang the doorbell, there was no answer, and then she checked the door. It was already unlocked. She knew he was very bad about locking his door and that was something he needed to get in the habit of doing. Even living in a decent neighborhood you never knew if there was an opportunist around.
    Opening the door she slipped inside and she locked it behind her. His foyer was small, but it was functional. It had a coat rack and a place to take off your shoes and that was exactly what she did. Stepping onto the carpet, the first room that opened up was the living room and that was where she saw him. He was on the maroon couch that had seen better days. That was the thing about him that bugged her. None of his furniture matched and it made her anxious. She had offered to take him furniture shopping, but he did not want to go. He said that his furniture functioned and he did not need anything more than what he had.
    As she walked over towards him she realized he was in a deep sleep. Most people look peaceful when they were asleep, but he seemed worried and upset. This past month had really gotten to him and she wanted to be able to help fix his issues, but he would not talk to her. Hell, she was not sure he was able to talk to anyone.
    She saw straight through to the kitchen and she could see his dishes were piled up. He did have a housekeeper who came twice a month, but he obviously needed someone around more often to clean.
    Walking to the kitchen she looked at all the crusted food on his bowls and plates. She knew this would take a while and she got out her ear-buds and she plugged them into her phone. Listening to music, she started on cleaning up the mess.

 

Chapter 3
     
    He woke up to the smell of cinnamon and he was not sure why he smelled cinnamon. Sitting up, he felt a pinch in his neck and rubbed his eyes.  He looked around the room and noticed that the carpet was vacuumed, his furniture was dusted, and he saw there was a candle on the coffee table.
    He detected movement to the right of him and saw Sheila there. She was wrapping up the vacuum cord and listening to music. Her hair was pulled back and he noticed a scar on her neck. He had never noticed it before, but then again she usually had her hair down.
    She seemed to notice she was being watched and looked up and saw him. She immediately pulled out her ear-buds and smiled awkwardly. “Hey boss,” she said. “You did not call in or come back to the office and I decided to check on you.”
    “And it looks as though you cleaned as well. Thank you.”
    There was an uneasy silence and he knew she had a question to ask and he was sure she was not going to ask it. He finally spoke.