A Different Taste

Alric placed his hand on her back as he guided inside the door. His face was gloomy and Nora could notice his reluctance in taking her in.

But as soon as they entered, the staff stood up horrified. They greeted them all at once. He nodded toward the fawning staff but did not pause to greet them back or share pleasantries. But none of them seem to mind it. As if they all were habitual of his coldness.

"Spencer junior!"

"It had been a long time sir." Many men followed him. But he did not spare a glance to them. 

He took her to an elevator with a reserved sign. He pressed thirty six buttons on it and the door closed on their faces leaving them dumbfounded. The elevator slowly started to rise.

Nora finally turned to look at him.

"Does that office belong to your father?" his eyes finally found her and he sighed.