CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Mr. Zee stood, scanned the room and faced the staff. “Yes, I’ve called this meeting to address certain problems that have come to my attention.” If he had his way, they would build a whole administration wing with private offices and upscale conference rooms. Chandeliers. Real wood—oak or mahogany—desks and tables. Plush chairs. The best.
For now? This. The crowded room was pathetic compared to the dining room that the residents got to eat meals in. This would have to do until—
“Sorry I’m late.” Lisha burst into the room and barely squeezed between chairs and the wall, her body bulging over the chair backs. “I was givin’ a bath and couldn’t just leave her.” She found a chair at the end of the room.
That aide had to go. One of the first things he needed to do was clea
