NATHAN’S POV
The elevator slowed to a stop and I heard that familiar ding.
“Thirty-first floor,” said a disembodied voice through the telecom and I followed Alastair out of the lift, my mind still floating as I lost my balance every once in a while.
I’ve never really gotten used to elevators. It always seem to give me that unusual sense where everything was just spinning and my head would often hurt for a few seconds; a sharp pang of pain torturing my temples.
I shook my head, rendering myself awake as I looked up through the double doors from having stared at my reflection for too long. It took me one glance, a head tilt, and another glance before I was caught off guard when the first person I saw, I just realized, was the same man from the pedestrian earlier that day. He was wearin
