Chapter 44: The Reason Why
Glad I have already moved out. Or that woman would barge into Claude’s Sanctum again, demanding I gave her an explanation.
The scent of expensive collagen and something citrusy permeated my nose as soon as I stepped into the hotel suite. My guard was up, but my eyes were actually scanning the entire room, in awe of the polished floors, and expensive pieces of furniture, and gawking at the view so high up it made the city below look insignificant.
Okay, I admit. This is my first time entering this kind of hotel. So, pardon the commoner reaction.
Cedric walked a few steps ahead, approaching the man whose back was turned on me, and was looking out the window panes. His arms were crossed on his back, like an old man normally does, but his shoulder was still upright and his posture straight.
I could feel the commanding aura emanating from him.
"Director, Mr. Dela Torre is here," Cedric said.
Director Alistair Ignacio turned around. His eyes fixed on me as he did, as though he had been peeking at me from the reflection on the window. A small smile appeared on his face, then his right hand gestured to the dining table set for two already.
"Have a seat, Mr. Dela Torre."
I sat politely. No handshake. I guess he doesn’t like touching commoners.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dela Torre. I’d like to introduce myself."
"That’s not necessary. I know who you are."