"Boss? She's left the room, I don't know where she is?"
I sigh, irritated.
Why must I do everything myself?
"Fine," I snap into the phone. "I'll check the cameras."
That sly...
I look at the monitors, seeing her dash out of her room.
Did she think I didn't have cameras?
I unlock the door for her, just to see what she'd do.
She wanders in, gaping awe.
I watch her gaze narrow on the piano, and it's like nothing else is there.
She just gravitates toward it, and I wonder if it's playing a song I can't hear.
Gingerly, she sits at it, brushing the keys. Then she zones out.
And for five whole minutes, she was somewhere or somewhen else.
Like a switch, she returns to reality, once again staring down the piano as if she were afraid of it.
I'm tempted to use the intercom and threaten
