The elevator to the Apartment dinged open. Out of it walked two individuals with extremely conflicting moods.
Elias was in no mood for the chattering of the small woman he shared the ride up with. 30 seconds felt like an hour. "You go make up some brekky ok? I'll go wake up Mr Apollo." Keyla said to the fleeting head of Sophia's chef who wanted to make as much distance between then as possible.
"Jeez, what crawled up his ass and died?" Keyla thought before looking around for any signs of an awake Apollo. Not finding any she sighed in relief. She could still make good on her word and catch him changing.
Keyla crept upstairs and slowly opened Apollo's bedroom door, making no noise in the process. Upon opening the door, Keyla's sense of smell was barraged by a very particular smell. She had smelt it countless times during her killings, As men are often most vulnerable in the bedroom.
