CARDBOARD BOXES AND SUITCASES LITTERED THE REFURBISHED APARTMENT. Both of these were adorned by packing peanuts and pieces of newspaper littering all the floors. It was all evidence that a new tenant had just moved in and was beginning to unpack.
That much was obvious with the only pieces of furniture being an L-shaped tan couch in the living room and a king-sized bed in one out of the two bedrooms covered in plastic tarp. Not to mention the walls were bare and painted a clean stark white. More furniture would be arriving in the next few days, thankfully.
"All right, Ms. Wyatt," Travis called, clearing his throat. The rest of the crew was already out and making their way downstairs. It was nearing six o'clock. "That appears to be everythin'. Is there anythin' else you need help with?"
Peeking her head out from behind one of the matte black cabinets in the kitchen, the short-haired woman gave him a toothy smile. She was in the midst of putting away her collection of coffee mugs. "No, I'm all good! Thank you for the help, Travis. Let everyone else know I said thank you, too."
Travis tilted the tip of his hat in her direction. "Will do, ma'am. Take care now and call if you need our services again," he tucked his clipboard under his arm.
