A smirk rose in Lucas Walker's eyes, as if he had gained a significant advantage.
Ivana Bennett knew that this was intentional. Irritated, she harrumphed, shrugged off his hand, and stepped into the elevator.
He watched her through the elevator door, a smile still lingering on his lips.
"Tomorrow noon, don't stand me up."
Ivana Bennett ignored him, just ordering.
"Close the doors!"
Perdita Thompson hit the close button, and the elevator doors slowly shut, paused for a fraction of a second, then began to descend.
It was just one floor's distance, and naturally, they reached soon. The elevator doors chimed as they parted.
Ivana Bennett stepped out of the elevator. She casually looked down the corridor and immediately caught sight of two casually dressed men conversing not far off.
One was facing away from her, the other directly towards her.
Noticing her gaze, the man looking at her immediately turned aside.
