Erika’s POV
“Why are there so many rooms?!”
I groaned when I exited the last room I was supposed to clean – dust off, change the bedding, vacuum the floor, and air it out. After doing that seven days a week, 111 times a day--- yeah, it could really test someone’s sanity…
I sighed, pulling my cart down the hallway, and took a turn--- instantly realizing that I’d taken a wrong turn at some point. There was a tall gold pin, holding up a white sign.
“Restricted area!”
That’s what it said. Which only meant one thing to my inner agent…
I HAD to go in there!
I pretended not to have seen the sign, keeping the wagon at an angle that, if there were security cameras, it would look believable that I hadn’t seen it. What can I say? It sometimes paid off being an agent…
I pushed the wagon a litt
