who: Sama and @themickey where: the library when: Monday, early afternoon
So far, Sama was not enjoying her sojourn in Woodrow House. Not that she’d expected to, necessarily, but she hadn’t expected it to be quite this unpleasant, either. The wake had been more difficult than she anticipated, and Alison’s general attitude was an unwelcome surprise. Sama had hoped to get some work done this morning, but every time she reached out to a coworker, she was told not to worry about anything, to take as much time as she needed. Apparently, the reason behind her unexpected absence had spread quickly. She was also sore that Angus had found the last clue in the scavenger hunt before her. She would have been unhappy that anyone had, but it was worse that it was Angus, who never really cared about the scavenger hunts, who didn’t even play them right.
Sama was trying to be an adult about it, because she was an adult, despite the fact that being back in this house made her feel like she was a teenager again, or maybe still. So she was focusing on the upcoming gala, which was another thing she wasn’t terribly excited about, but it at least had an easy solution. She wasn’t sure if it had been Mrs. Tristan or Alison who’d assigned the wards their various roles, but since it was wrong, she was inclined to assume it had been Alison. Sama had no intention of giving a testimonial at the gala, but she was equally unwilling to go to Alison to ask for a different job. However, there was nothing stopping Sama from circumnavigating Alison’s unearned authority.
Michèle was in the library when Sama found her and, fortuitously, alone. Sama tried to offer the girl a kind smile, but she couldn’t help sounding business-like in her address. “Michèle, do you have a moment? There’s something I was hoping to discuss with you.”
