“Good morning.” She gazed around. “What a cheerful bunch for such an early hour.”
Millie began handing out sheets of paper. “It’s time to nominate your favorite activity on board. As you know, I’ll be tweaking the schedule based on your suggestions, ditching activities that aren’t popular and adding a few you think might be well-received.”
“Based on passenger feedback,” Danielle clarified.
“Correct. Write down the least popular, in your opinion, followed by your idea or suggestion.” Millie went over the sea day’s schedule and answered questions before ending the meeting.
Gloria hovered off to the side, waiting for the stage to clear. “You love what you do.”
“More than anything I’ve ever done in my life.”
“And your staff adores you.”
“Do you think so? Sometimes I feel.” Millie struggled to find the right word. “Bossy.”
“Because youarethe boss,” Gloria said. “They also respect you.”
“I have a great team.” She glanced at her watch. “And on that note, we have some time before our next event. Let’s go check on our hitchhikers.”
Forward to aft, it was only a short trek from the theater to the crew members’ quarters. Stopping in front of Tohan’s door, Millie discovered it was ajar.
She called out his name. “Tohan?”
No answer.
Millie eased the door open, her breath catching in her throat at what she found on the other side.
Gloria peered over her shoulder. “What in the world?”
Chapter 15
“It looks like a tornado tore through here.” Millie plucked her cell phone from her pocket. “I had better track down Tohan.”
He promptly answered. “Good morning, Millie.”
“Good morning, Tohan. Where are you?”
“Upstairs in the buffet. I finished working out and am eating breakfast. Siren of the Seas is a beautiful ship.”
“I’m standing in front of your cabin. I came to check on you and found your door ajar.”
“Open?”
“Yes.”
“I’m positive I shut it when I left.”
“What about the other crew member, your cabinmate?”
“He’s with me. We left together. Being accustomed to getting up early, we found it impossible to sleep in.”
While she talked, Millie’s eyes traveled around the compact room. Closet doors wide open. Clothes on the floor, on the bed, even dangling from the lamp. “Your cabin seems to be in a bit of…disrepair.”
“Disrepair?”
“It’s a mess,” she bluntly replied.
“We made the beds and straightened up before we left.”
