It was official. Finley Welch lived in the Manor, had seen her in the Manor, and gone all clever. Robin had been seething already when she had seen her updated work schedule, but at least she had had a few days time to ready herself for the meeting.
Finally, right on time on Thursday morning, she walked along the corridor to Fin's door, pushing the cleaning cart in front of her. The door was ajar, but she knocked on it anyway. Mostly for show in case someone was within hearing distance she peeked inside carefully and called out, "Mr. Welch? Maid service!"