The bitter scent of coffee wafted through the air and teased at my senses . Greta had prepared freshly baked croissants and other pastries today . I could get the smell of it all the way from the last flight of stairs . I decided to take my breakfast in the kitchen this morning since Marco was seeing to some work. It was the perfect opportunity for me to start digging around about Griffin .
Maria wasn 't present and had left for Spain . From what I hear , she won' t be back for another week or so . Bianca was my only hope and , maybe , Greta .
Greta was mindlessly removing some pees from their pods . She seemed to be in her own mindless bubble and she was calm enough to spill the beans . . or peas , rather .
I looked over to Greta and placed my coffee mug down . " So , did you hear ?
