The thing was enormous. Rectangular. Reinforced.
"What the hell is that?" she murmured, stepping back unconsciously.
Cyril glanced at her again. She truly didn't know.
Why the fuck was she here if she was this clueless?
Benedict approached them.
"Go start with dinner, Sera," he instructed firmly.
Sera nodded. "Yes, sir."
Cyril tracked the exchange with sharpening suspicion.
Was she a new hire?
Sera turned back to Cyril. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bennet."
She started to walk away.
Cyril stopped her with a gentle voice. "It's Cyril, Miss Hart."
She paused, glancing over her shoulder. "Then it's Sera."
Then she disappeared inside the house, leaving Cyril staring at the retreating sway of her form.
Benedict cleared his throat sharply. Cyril blinked, snapping his focus away from Sera's disappearing form and back to business.
"Will it be returned?" Benedict asked, nodding toward the massive cage being maneuvered into the back of the truck.
