I went to Marvin’s bedroom to wake him up and saw one of the cleaners coming from his room.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked, staring at him intensely. He knew I was suspecting him and that my next move would depend on his answer to the question.
“I am sorry, I was ordered by Ken to station at the master’s bedroom,” he said.
“Ken, don’t give the orders here, I am your boss and you did not think you would clear that instruction with me?” I asked.
“I did not know you were not aware. I thought you agreed with Ken that someone with some form of security details should be in charge of the master’s room,” he said.
“No, I never said that, and why is there blood on your hands? I can see what you are trying to hide,” I said.
“Oh, this, I cut my hands while trying to fix one of the window
