He passed me his secretary's business card, then excused himself to freshen up.
I tried calling several times, but the line was always busy.
Being busy was an understatement for Jack, and apparently for his secretary too.
Finally, after half an hour, I got through.
"Mr. Ray's schedule is fully booked for the next three months. Is it okay to slot you in after that?"
It felt like a cold splash of reality.
Clenching my teeth, I managed a terse "Okay" before hanging up.
Had Jack always been this busy?
I returned to my room to unwind, but as soon as I entered, a strange smell hit me.
It was coming from my bed, and upon inspection, I discovered a pile of cat poop.
If karma was real, it should strike me directly, not through my bed!
My scream of frustration drew Jack to the scene.
He reassured me repeatedly that he would take care of the mess.
Swiftly, he stripped the bed, remarking, "These can't be used anymore. I'll dispose of them."
"Just leave everything to me; I'll sort out replacements," he assured as he took the dirty bedding away.
I sighed and fetched fresh bedding from the closet.
By the time I finished, Jack had returned.
He proposed locking Lady up, to which I wholeheartedly agreed.