After sending off the town car driver to an early demise, as I had done with so many others before, I kept my presence to a minimum as I entered the Ritz London and made my way to the stairwell.
Sure, I could have easily taken the elevator, but it was simpler and easier to be stealthy if I simply blazed myself up several flights of stairs to our floor.
In this way, the odds of me running into anyone else were slim at best since the convenience of an Elevator was something more people would choose over climbing multiple flights of stairs.
I, on the other hand, had zero problems taking the stairs after all; a little exercise never hurt me. Hell, I was even able to run fast enough to outspeed any elevator by a long shot.
It took me less than a minute to climb up to the 6th floor, but the moment I got close to the door to my Father's room, I could hear …the faint sounds of moans and giggles.
