Ethan glanced down at his hand, realizing he was still holding onto one of her blueprints.
It was different from the ones related to his casino — this one looked like a sketch for a high-rise building, notes scribbled in the margins in precise, small handwriting.
He debated turning back to return it, but the hallway was empty now, and he didn't exactly have time to go searching for a mystery engineer.
Tucking the blueprint under his arm, he continued down the stairs.
Ethan walked downstairs, the blueprints still in his hands.
His initial instinct was to drop them off at the front desk and be on his way — after all, it wasn't his problem.
But as he approached the counter, something nagged at him.
These weren't just loose sheets of paper; they were carefully drawn plans, filled with precise measurements and detailed notes.
Someone had put hours of work into these.