Patricia

Jordan’s driver, Daniel, parks in an underground parking lot. The company most likely owns the parking lot. I wonder how big the building will be if the parking lot is this wide. The silence throughout the journey from the house was deafening. Nobody said a word till we got to the office.

"Yippee!" Rachel screams.

I hate to say this, but the uniform fits perfectly. I was hoping it would be too tight or too big, so I didn’t have to end up wearing it.

“Baby, no running around the office,” Jordan says, typing the floor’s number on the small screen of the elevator.

What has Mr. Baker looking all extra serious this morning? Like, we all didn’t just step out of the same house. It must be something about business because he's usually not this cold.

“Miss Patricia, I want you to be as alert as possible. I don’t want Ray to touch stuff around here. I should have asked you to pack some games or storybooks along.”

“I did.”

“Is there something you are not good at?” He whispered.

“Sir?”

“I said