Tyler’s eyes moved from the envelope to Lady Belarnt.
The Lady was staring at the document that had been dropped on the table. She nodded lightly at the retreating man in a black suit, like all the others Tyler had seen from outside his apartment building, her face still facing forward.
She turned to Tyler.
“Please,” she said softly, bowing her head slightly, inclined downward about two inches from its erstwhile upright position, and holding the position for three seconds.
Tyler blinked again.
The Lady raised her head, held his gaze, and walked out, the men inside the apartment following her.
Tyler stared open mouthed as she left.
Even her chair had been left behind.
Tyler opened the envelope as he sank unto his sofa beside the center table.
It contained three papers and two keys.
