I look like an idiot just standing beside Rhodes, unsure of what to do or if I should even say anything. I don't want to distract him and risk being on the receiving end of a verbal lashing. It takes him a couple of minutes before he looks up and realizes I'm still standing there.
"Right um, things are a little hectic around here. Once Ambrose gets back I'll get him to help you out," I shake my head as he runs his hand through his hair.
"Let me help; clearly, you need Ambrose and you probably will need an extra set of hands." I don't want to be a burden, I also just don't want Ambrose to have to babysit me when his skills could clearly be used elsewhere. He pauses to think for a moment before shaking his head.
"This is all a fucking disaster," he tilts his head backwards for a moment with his hands on his hips. A few seconds later I can hear two sets of footsteps trailing down the staircase. Ambrose and a young woman are hurrying over to where Rhodes and I stand.
"What's going on here?" the young woman hurriedly says with a thick American accent as she approaches us.
"Theresa has completely dropped the ball on this event for the Loweman's, I need you to take over and have it ready in six hours," Rhodes puts his hands down on the table in front of him as he speaks. She nods her head and collects the papers in front of her.
"I'll need all the hands I can get, but I'll get it done. Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Whitlock." She sashays over to the workers who have since finished helping bring in the flowers and begins to order them around, indicating places where tables need to be set down. Rhodes walks over to me and takes my hand, leading me up the stairs and out of the way of the workers to watch from the floor above the madness.
"How did this all get so messed up, Ambrose?" Rhodes asks once we ascend the stairs. It's still obvious that despite the woman downstairs taking over, he's still very stressed about this event.