SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY
have you filed those papers yet?" Helga questioned as she walked into the
ma'am." Sara looked up from a thick stack of folders and papers that
lay in front of her on the desk. It seemed like she'd been filing for
hours. "There's just so much stuff to put away."
"Well, you need to hurry
up!" Helga walked around the room and appeared to be inspecting Sara
from every angle. "Your filing skills leave much to be
desired. You need to get this work done and then you need to
go run some errands."
"Mr. Preston didn't say
anything earlier about running any errands?" Sara looked at her
curiously. "All he told me to do was file all these stacks of papers
and then do some transcription."
"I told you that you need
to run errands!"
"With all due respect,
Helga, I work for Mr. Preston, not for you!" Sara glared at
her and felt her face begin to flush with frustration.
"I'll have you know,
Sara, that I've been with Mr. Preston for a very, very long
time." Helga walked over to Sara and began to peer at her
closely. "You'll do as I request. I know what Mr. Preston needs
to have done!"
Sara let out a deep sigh of
defeat and slumped her shoulders as she sank back into her chair.
"Yes, ma'am," she muttered. "What do you need me to
"Just take these letters
to the post office and then I need you to stop at the store and pick up a few
things. I've made you a list." Helga handed Sara a stack of
envelopes and her shopping list.
Sara rose from her seat and
walked towards the door. She hesitated for a moment as she looked down at
the things Helga had given her. Turning back around, she opened her mouth
to say something, but quickly thought better of it. Without a sound, Sara
calmly walked out of the house.
"Honestly, Helga, do you
think it's necessary to be so rough on the girl?" Thornton asked as he came
down the stairs. He'd remained out of sight during the exchange, but he'd
heard every word.
"I don't trust her, Mr.
Preston," Helga replied as she walked over to him. "There's just
something about her! You know my feelings are usually right. I told
you the same thing about Mrs. Preston..."
Thornton threw up his hand to
cut Helga off. "I asked you not to bring that woman's name
"Yes, sir," she
nodded. "But I can't help this feeling I have. I think Sara
Manchester is up to something. You need to watch her very