The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the lavishly decorated hallway of Rachel's hotel floor.
Plush crimson carpets muffled their footsteps, and the warm glow of chandelier lights poured a hue of golden hue on the intricate wallpapers.
Darren followed Rachel, hands in his pockets, his gaze idly scanning the ornate patterns along the walls.
Two women walked past them, eyeing Darren as they did. Rachel noticed this and intensified the gaze of her powerful visible eye.
The girls got the memo and only chuckled as they walked past.
"You better hold him tight."
"If you don't want him, I'll have him."
The secretary turned red, but tried to keep her reservedness, especially when Darren lowered his neck and shot her a teasing glance directly to her face.
Still holding the keycard in her manicured fingers, she glanced over her shoulder at him some moments after. "You really considering Sagomoto?" she asked casually.
Darren gave a small shrug. "Maybe."
