Simple.
I walked down the hallway until I found a door with my name printed neatly on a small plaque.
Did he put this up?
Cute.
I pushed it open and the guy from TaskRabbit was already inside, sleeves rolled up, surrounded by open boxes and stacks of paper.
He was so locked in, he didn’t even look up when I entered.
“How’s it looking?” I asked, stepping further inside.
He snorted. “This is a lot of crap.”
“Yeah,” I said, scanning the mess. “But I’ll give you a big tip when you’re done. Anything else?”
“I need a shredder.”
“Noted.”
I didn’t linger. I just closed the door behind me and kept moving.
The hallway opposite my door stretched ahead until I reached a huge Dutch door at the end.
I knocked twice.
Nothing.
“Marley, I gotta talk to you. You in there?”
More nothing.
I didn’t really give a damn anymore.
“I’m coming in!”
I pushed the door open, and the age made it creaky. I had to shield my eyes because the sun started to set and the light through the stained glass was blinding. Inside, his office was empty but there was a side door that was cracked open, leading to outside.
Ugh! Is this place Pan’s labyrinth or something?
I went through it and was met by a stable. Not a big one, it housed maybe four horses but I only saw two inside.
“Awe,” I rushed over to the Arabian. “Now you are too pretty to be locked away in here! What’s your name?”
I looked at the name plate.
“Titan, huh?” I scratched his nose. “Aren’t you beautiful.”
“Aurora.”
I jumped out of my skin then turned to find a very shirtless and very sweaty Marlon. He was slightly out of breath and holding the reins of a black Clydesdale. That must be Spades, another beauty I feel for.
“What are you doing out here?” Marley asked.
“I need a shredder.”
He watched me, then slowly made his way over to the trough. “For you, or the young man in your office doing the job I assigned you?”
