You wouldn’t think life in a crazy house could become boring routine, but that’s what happened. Get up in the morning, go to work, work, go home, work out, fight to get a bed, sleep. It was probably the closest thing to normal Scarlett had experienced in her life. She felt like that spoke volumes about her existence up until now.
It was Scarlett’s first day of work and even though she had gotten up early, too wired to sleep more than was absolutely necessary, she ran out the door to her waiting ride. She didn’t see any of the others, except one guy – Ernest? She thought that was his name – who was curled up on the loveseat in the main room.
Miles waved and smiled enthusiastically and Scarlett returned the gesture with all the optimism she could muster, even though the oppressive voice in her head kept shouting that it was all going to go horribly wrong.
Everything about the office was standard, ordinary – banal even. It was picture perfect. No books left outside of tidy piles, no rings from coffee mugs hard marred the surface of the desk, no single speck of dust had been allowed to stay on the polished wooden floors. Scarlett had been here many times, had spent hours looking at the uninteresting paintings and talking to the impeccably dressed lady behind the desk.