Ezra’s POV
I thought the first day was bad.
Turns out, it was just a warm-up. Yesterday was so much worse and I’m afraid to see what today holds.
I awoke sore in places I didn’t know could be sore. My arms felt like they’d been used as mop handles, and my knees were still mad about yesterday’s floor scrubbing. But hey—at least I didn’t burn the oatmeal during breakfast yesterday, I’d say that’s progress.
Leo groaned from the bunk across the room. “If I smell bleach today, I’m throwing myself out a window.”
“Make sure it’s a clean one,” I muttered, pulling on my shirt.
Richard was already up, stretching like he was prepping for battle. “What’s on the list today?”
Leonardo read it aloud, voice grim. “Guest rooms. Bathrooms. Entertainment center. Pack gym. Recreational center. Main sit
