Frank was utterly confused.
George gave him a meaningful look. "I'm a guest here. I need to be considerate."
Frank's head was spinning. Mr. George had been acting strangely lately. The man who rarely had a social life had started going out at night. And not just at night. Sometimes, in the middle of a workday, Frank would look away for a second and he'd be gone. Frank was beginning to wonder if his boss had been possessed. Mr. George's work ethic was legendary; he'd once worked for seven straight days without sleep.
Frank was dying of curiosity, but he didn't dare ask. Once the guest room was set up, he and his team left.
…
At The Kensington, Jessica ran into Rebecca Jones.
Rebecca glanced at her, and Jessica offered a small nod.
"Jessica Brown, come here for a second," Rebecca said with a sigh.
Jessica walked over. "What is it?"
"Have you found a job yet?"
Jessica shook her head. "You know how it is. If Lance doesn't want me to find one, I won't."
"Can you handle hard work?" Rebecca asked.
Jessica didn't understand.

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