She tried to run, avoiding the workers who were storming the place like a colony of ants. She got to the door, and was able to see several black unmarked vehicles outside, the largest of which was a truck, stationed outside.
She made a sharp right turn, and headed to the maid's quarters, to try to find Ada....the family's maid. Ada Nowak was in her mid to late twenties, and like Sarah and her mother, blond, but that was where comparisons usually ended. She barely spoke, and when she did, she asked questions about work in a soft voice with her heavy Eastern European accent. Most people, despite the fact her English wasn't perfect, understood her perfectly. Sarah didn't really make an effort and was actively dismissive. Ada wasn't particularly important to Sarah or her parents. Sarah's father had given her the job because she worked hard and didn't complain. The terms of her employment were fair...although not particularly generous.
Sarah ran into the maid's room, ordering her to help. However, Ada, like her mother, was out like a light and couldn't be stirred, no matter how much she screamed or shook her. It was actually the first time she'd been in Ada's quarters. It was rather spartan. A dresser, a small television, a closet, and a bathroom.
She finally gave up, and turned to leave when the blue-clad workmen entered, still ignoring her. They began packing Ada's possessions into boxes, labeled with a barcode and a long serial number, neatly wrapping items in bubblewrap or plastic. There were so many people working in unison, that room was stripped of personal possessions rather quickly. They stripped Ada herself, folding her clothes up and leaving her on the now stripped bed.
After seeing an opening, she slipped out, heading back to find her parents. She found the men working in all parts of the house, removing items and boxing them up.
