Sunflower (2)
Angela's ears perked up, hearing the words coming from behind the door of the back exit. Her heartbeat was erratic as she walked closer towards the door that was left ajar and she leaned against the wall next to it. Her gut told her that although it wasn't right to eavesdrop, something about how they conversed caused the warning bells in her head to ring harshly.
Clutching her bag tightly in her arms, she bit her lip and listened intently. They were still talking, and they probably didn't think that someone would overhear them as they didn't bother to mask their words. And they surely sounded like they've had conversations like this in the past. This wasn't the first time.
"Good. When are you picking them up?" asked Herman.
"Midnight tomorrow. I've already left instructions," said the other.
"The drive will take three or four hours. I'll just stay the night here tomorrow to open the doors. What's the oldest?"
"Eight."