Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/>Second Floor giving a quick once over<br/>Alone - OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Lord Henshaw walked the second floor, opening doors.  With each door he opened, the man looked for obvious laziness.  Was the beds made, any signs of dust, fresh flowers in the vases, The man would have dug deeper but guest were arriving.  As he progressed, Lord Henshaw was so far pleased.  He was not going to tolerate laziness, but the guest would need entertainment.  The man and woman of his staff were the pawns in his games; they should be because he pays them good money.  The two expectation were the butler and the housekeeper.  They were the senior members of staff.  Lord Henshaw held both of them in high esteem.  It was a rare day if either or both let something slip through the cracks.<br/><br/>His quick inspection was turning up nothing.  All that he saw was neat.  Things were not a mess.  He was pleased for now.  The man closed his final door and started down the stairs.  He adjusted his jacket.  It was time to greet the guests.  It was time to start the weekend.