Davis and Jessica arrived at the door of Elder Allen's study in silence. The hallway well lit with several rooms facing each other.
Jessica slowly tapped on the door. A weak imperceptible voice filtered through ushering them inside.
Jessica held the handle and pushed lightly, the door opened with a squeak. Ethan pushed it with wider as she wheeled Davis in and the door shut with a click as Ethan remained outside.
Elder Allen sat behind the large mahogany table, his friend and butler Alfred standing beside him a glass of warm water in his hand as he helped Elder Allen take a sip to moisten his hoarse throat.
Jessica's eyes swept over the room as she took note of the arrangement. The study though dimly lit exuded an air of authority and a long standing tradition of the Allen family blended both with sophistication and legacy.