Ding!
The elevator doors opened at the eightieth floor and he watched Celine step outside then she turned towards him.
"Let's go?" Her eyes stared widely at him, unblinking until he nodded silently and followed her.
What exactly had he been thinking when he hadn't refused her suggestion for him to rest at his lounge room?
If he thought about it, there hadn't exactly been any thoughts in his mind, just a strange desire to do as she said without question.
He watched her type in the password to his lounge and the door clicked open to reveal a grand space, with the sun at its peak, warm light streamed in through the floor length windows that stood as the walls of the space.
Celine was doing this to offset the guilt in her heart. She walked into the giant space of the president's lounge, the ceilings so high up one would think they'd walked into a castle made of glass and steel.
