Chapter 1: TobiasSherlock stared at me like it was my fault I was late for work again.
“It’s not me!” I said, “It’s London! It’s the commuters and the tube and the traffic!”
The portrait of the great detective seemed to shake his head as if I were plainly making up excuses; as if I could just, I don’t know, take the early train or whatever. Well. I guess he was sort of right.
I mumbled a contrite apology, took my tools out, and got to work. Well…I say ‘tools’…my cleaning utensils really. Yup. Name: Tobias Eisenstein. Age: Thirty years old. Achievements in life: cleaning help with a terrible track record of showing up on time. Goal: a full-time job at my current workplace not cleaning. Dreams: too many, most of them inspired by fairy tales.
I had a trolley with mops and buckets and stuf
