Daryl was already hard at work, ferrying various bags, trunks, crates, and sundries from where they’d been unloaded at the curb. It wasn’t a glamorous residence, it would be difficult for hosting parties, but it was convenient for Genevieve. She had been able to renovate a portion of the existing Inquisitory structure into residential quarters, just above her office. It was a large space with an equally large, proper, four post, bed and a fireplace across from the foot that shared the chimney with the office below. The stairs going up were lined with stacks of books that would eventually find another home when construction was complete. More rooms, even quarters like hers, would be built for the larger project creating a series of interconnected structures for government, education, and inquiry.
Staffing was lean on this particular day, Walter must have been on an errand and perhaps the Juniors had already left for the day. Master McKinnon was in the hall when she arrived and it allowed her to make cursory inquires about the state of things in Myrken, about Walter, Gloria, and line up appointments for the following day. She had no intention of going into her office today and excused herself just shy of actually waving him off. Another day wouldn’t hurt. She needed a bath and a good night’s sleep in her own bed.
Thanks were given, sincere ones for all the work that had been done in her absence, but she did not hesitate to climb the stairs and go straight to her room. Instead, hesitation came when her fingers found the door handle. What would she find? Gloria had been given free range over the quarters. Would she be there? Would she be gone? Which was worse? After a deep breath, or several, she turned the handle and entered.