Chapter 53: Don’t call anyone in...
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.
On the walls lined a floor to ceiling bookshelves and one side of the shelves housing various awards, a testament of their prowess in so many aspects. A bed at the far extreme corner of the study, a clear indication of balancing work and rest.
A large mahogany table positioned at the center has several files arranged on it. A reading lamp on the desk with some exquisite antique orderly arranged in various positions of the room bringing to light its vintage furnishings.
Her gaze scanned the study lightly before it settled on Elder Allen’s pale complexion. Though his posture was straight and composed, the faint tremor in his hands did not escape her eyes.
His shoulders sagged lightly, Vera’s incident has really taken its toll on his weak body and despite the warm water Alfred offered him, he is still tired.