The elevator chimed as it stopped on the twenty-fourth floor, it is Aldrich’s private office, his secret sanctuary. The polished doors slid open with a whisper, revealing the high-ceilinged corridor lined with obsidian tiles that reflected every movement like dark water.
Cale step out first, his tall frame and sharp eyes giving off an air of someone who could sense danger before it even appeared. Dren followed closely behind, stockier and more reserved, yet he is vigilant. It was only when they both felt the hallway was safe, and thats the time Aldrich confidently made his way out after them.
Aldrich said nothing, but exhaustion hung over him like a thin cloak.
The aftermath of the lunchtime cooking challenge pressed heavily on his mind. Hermelyn had insisted on it, her playful yet com
