THIRTY-ONE
In her apartment the next evening, Poppy was ready for work, but waiting for Charley, who was still in her room.
“What happened to coffee before our shift started?” Poppy called out.
“Two minutes!” Charley yelled back.
They were due to start at five PM and it was already after four. They’d be lucky to get in on time let alone think about coffee.
Leaning on the wall by her bedroom door, she was admiring the counters and cabinets that were lying around the living room just waiting to be installed. Everything was the same as the samples Turner had shown her. As he’d told her before, most tenants got what they were given because the apartments were complete before they moved in.
Poppy wondered about the décor in the other apartments and considered what concessions Turner had m
