I couldn't help, but be uneasy and move my feet from side to side as I watched the numbers on the elevator screen slowly rise up to the penthouse. The only sound I could hear was that of the steady and quiet buzzing.
I shrugged, hopping to release some of the tension that my shoulders had pent up since I left the home of Mary Steward. Though when the doors finally opened and I was face to face with the hallway leading to Alexis's office, the tension hadn't slowed down. Not on the way back, not on the slow climb up our towering apartment and not even now.
By now, it was late enough that most lights in hour home were dimmed down. Our living room emitted a soft glow of warm hues like red and orange while out kitchen had the aroma of tea and freshly used paper seeping out of it. Someone had likely brewed a cup hours earlier and it was left behind. It was probably Sienna has she drinks the most tea of anyone here.
