Glad I have already moved out. Or that woman would barge into Claude's Sanctum again, demanding I gave her an explanation.
The scent of expensive collagen and something citrusy permeated my nose as soon as I stepped into the hotel suite. My guard was up, but my eyes were actually scanning the entire room, in awe of the polished floors, and expensive pieces of furniture, and gawking at the view so high up it made the city below look insignificant.
Okay, I admit. This is my first time entering this kind of hotel. So, pardon the commoner reaction.
Cedric walked a few steps ahead, approaching the man whose back was turned on me, and was looking out the window panes. His arms were crossed on his back, like an old man normally does, but his shoulder was still upright and his posture straight.
I could feel the commanding aura emanating from him.
"Director, Mr. Dela Torre is here," Cedric said.
