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[@Mister Thirteen]
Maddison smiled sheepishly, briefly averting her eyes as the woman explained. They had been awaiting her arrival. “All week?” Beatrice and George... The former was present, assumed by Maddison to be a housekeeper. Perhaps this George fellow was as well. How many people were here, she wondered. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” She offered a small, forced laugh. “I’m not nearly as high maintenance as this house must be.” She looked up at the manor once again. Maddison just needed a room - and she was sure this place had more than enough. She looked to Beatrice before quickly added: “I appreciate that. I bet everything is perfect.” She trailed. She was not ungrateful, not at all. 

She was quiet as Beatrice explained her father’s whereabouts. He would be at work until six... At an office? A place like this with an office job? Maddison’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh,” She murmured quietly. “I see.” [i]More suspense.[/i] Or more time to prepare herself mentally. 

When prompted, Maddison nodded her head, following after the woman. A few paces behind, as they approached the open doors she was awash with a sense of surreality. She felt quite detached and simply out of place. It didn’t feel or like home. As welcoming as the woman was, there was something inexplicably [i]off[/i]. It was quiet. Isolated. There was an vague scent in the air - a smell Maddison could only describe as [i]clean[/i], maybe lemony. Perhaps it was just the foreignness and newness of it all. 

As the journeyed through the doors and advanced further into the house, Maddison’s eyes wandered. Silently processing her surroundings, absorbing the visuals. The interior was no less impressive than the exterior of the home. Spacious and neat, expertly designed. High ceilings from which a decorative light fixture hang. A large television and fine leather couches. “I’m, not really hungry.” She insisted. “I don’t mind waiting for him to get here.” She murmured absently. She turned toward Beatrice, unable to resist her curiosity. “Is he married? I mean... Does he have a family?” She inquired. This was a big space to occupy alone. 


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