The Return Of Franklin Miles

CHAPTER FOURTY-SEVEN

Vera and Deborah Martyn had decided it was finally time to tackle the clutter that had accumulated in their home overtime.

They took cleaning materials and supplies to begin their work.

They started in the kitchen, where dishes were stacked in the sink and countertops were covered with crumbs and spilled ingredients.

"Looks like we had a cooking spree here," Deborah commented, reaching for a sponge to scrub the countertops clean.

Vera laughed, rinsing off plates and placing them in the dishwasher. "I can't believe it got this messy," she remarked, surveying the piles of plates and spoons on the kitchen sink.

Deborah chuckled, dusting off the counter top. "Well, working keeps us both pretty busy. But I'm glad we're doing this today."

As they worked, Vera couldn't help but bring up the recent events at the company. "You never mentioned that the new CEO of Miles Empire was going to be so young and, well, handsome," she teased, raising an eyebrow at her sister.

Deborah smirked knowingly.