The smell roused the scruples of a passing housekeeper. Setting aside the broom in her hand, she felt the urge to discuss it with a co-worker with whom she was close.
“I noticed it yesterday… I supposed it was perfume, but the scent was much too strong for that, so much so that I was starting to think it less like perfume and more like poison…”
Horrified by the implications of their own conjecture, the pair exchanged grim looks as they fell into a synchronous silence.
***
Meanwhile, without rhyme or reason, Wendy stared at her phone and felt the impetus to make another call. Only that this time, she was greeted with a reminder from a female machine voice about her unpaid bills.
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