She had heard some grumblings from the workers that they did not like spending too much time on the third floor, but she could not ascertain the reasons why. When she asked them what bothered them about the rooms, they looked at the floor and shook their heads, but would not give her an answer.
Back at her old apartment, Heather was doing some final packing when the phone interrupted her.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Babe,” came the familiar voice of her former tormenter and present benefactor, Robert.
“What’s up?” she asked wanting to keep the conversation short, but not wanting to make him feel put off. He was, in fact, financing her dream.
“Just wanted to see how our project was coming along,” that ever-present smile in his voice grated on her nerves.
“Going right according to plan,” she report
